Namine is still sick, so we paid a visit to the condo’s activity center.

It was raining this morning, so Namine, Jessica, and I played some card games to pass the time. We played Uno, taught her Speed and Egyptian Rat Slap, and then played an old favorite, War.

It seemed like forever until the rain stopped. Namine did some school-assigned reading to pass the time. Yes, we’re on vacation, but she’s home-schooled, so school goes where we go. Namine rarely minds, and she’s used to doing homework anyplace, like at therapy, in the hospital, wherever.

When the rain did finally let up, we decided to drive up to the activity center. The resort campus here is pretty large, and the building is on top of a very large hill. Once we got there, we discovered that there is a small arcade (but unfortunately, no racing game that Namine can play) and a game room with ping pong, pool, and air hockey tables.

This was Namine’s first time playing air hockey and pool. She’s played ping pong before, at her tennis practices. On the subject of pool (or “the ocean game,” as Namine called it), Namine was not quite tall enough to use the cue. We were just here to have fun, so she just rolled the cue ball with her hand.

As an aside, it’s been far too long since Jessica and I have played pool. There were tables at the college we attended, and I daresay we used to be good. (Perhaps that’s being a bit too generous. Jessica was good. I was mediocre at best, I’m sure.) Now, neither of us is good. That’s okay; we had fun anyway.

When it was time to leave, Namine and I decided to walk back to the condo. It was certainly interesting, making our way down the steep hill, but we still enjoyed ourselves. On the way back, we passed the fountain that Jessica and I walked to and from yesterday. Namine wanted to go up the ramp to see the fountain too, until she found the accessibility issue with the ramp.

This isn’t the first — nor, we know, will it be the last — problem with accessibility that she (or we, for that matter) will encounter. She takes it in stride, but underneath her good humor, there is real frustration. This isn’t always just an inconvenience, as it was with the fountain. There have been times when she would have been barred entry completely, if it were not for my ability to carry her in her wheelchair.