it seems that people will tolerate and even be charmed by your madness if you've already established yourself with them. like by hanging out for endless hours every evening at the pool and eating dinner at their restaurant several two nights in a row. so that they kinda know you and your proclivity for ordering a fruit plate with only dragon fruit. because the child does so adore dragon fruit. so when you come with a little bag containing your nikon, a magazine and yes, a little red robot of which you may have bought two three four different models (because husband says you need a critical mass of something in order to have a collection (tidy little blame assessment there, eh?)). and although it's really quite dark, you are attempting to photograph your robot, and then there's that thing where you really hate to use the flash, so you don't. and then the staff begins to assist, by suggesting new places where the robot would look fetching. like next to the candle and your wine. with the pool in the background. and a lovely flower that had fallen from one of the nearby trees.
don't you just love robots? and when people tolerate your eccentricities? next time, you bring a tripod. but you still refuse to use flash...
