It’s getting better. We’re getting used to the rain. We bought hideous bright blue plastic garbage-bag-like ponchos to get around the holiday village in which we’re staying. It’s a bit like a toned down Disneyland-in-nature; lots and lots of identical one-story houses in a forest full of little streams. It reminds me of the theme tune for the TV series ‘Weeds’; “Little boxes on the hillside, little boxes made of ticky tacky, little boxes on the hillside, little boxes all the same…”.  There’s nature but the whole setup feels too artificial for me. The trees, ducks and swans are real but as you sit outside enjoying them you can faintly hear the squeals of kids on waterslides a kilometer or two away. It’s not loud but it reminds you of all the manufactured entertainment this place is centered around. Hubbie and I would much rather be staying in our own…