Can I sketch my Wednesday for you? As we speak, I'm in Dubai, because if Lil goes and May suddenly does too, then I can't stay home as a recidivist, of course. So I booked a return flight with Emirates. It's three hours later here, I've expertly finished my breakfast, I'm about to take a dip in the pool, and then I'll take an Uber to the beach. That's what you do here, you let yourself be Ubered to a beach. In my beach bag are three essential things: the phone (because I need to stay somewhat logged in), a bottle of Lancaster with SPF 30 (because we need to apply sunscreen), and our fresh magazine (because I don't want to lie on that beach bed with anything else). I quickly grabbed it at the kiosk at Schiphol, but you can also find it at your Appie or bookstore. Now I'm going to delve into the Louvre in Abu Dhabi, because thanks to the magazine, I've nicely placed it at the top of my to-visit list for tomorrow.