Continuing the thread & still keeping within the constraint of not mentioning names nor proper nouns, we wake up on said unspecified island. It's the morning of the day, 2012 years ago, that after some guy was nailed to a cross he supposedly rose from the dead & became someone other than a mere mortal man. We are in this place where there are constant reminders of this guy that supposedly died for our us. After breaking the night's fast we refill our bellies out on a terrace even though it is cold out. Not as rainy as the day before, but colder, and on this island they don't have devices to heat the air inside dwellings, as most people come to this island only in warmer seasons.