01/10/2012 - 01/10/2012 75 °F
A whole lot of nothin' going on down here.
Which was exactly the plan.
No problems, no "situations" -- thus far anyway. A day of relaxation, Jamaica-style.
Last evening we got dressed up a bit and had dinner at the Italian-themed restaurant onsite. It was excellent. Afterward we sat near the pool, chatting, enjoying the silvery evening, backlit by that gorgeous full moon. The combination of soft light, background music from a nearby party, and that mild tropical air captured us all in it's spell, and we sat a good long while. Sharon and Cindy turned in around 10, but Jeanne and I stayed up and visited awhile, eventually migrating to another bar where karaoke was scheduled. The bartenders are all a hoot - Ephraim and Decoy (yes, his real name) were our hosts at this venue, and they were great. Steve did a rendition of "I Left My Heart In San Francisco". Great time. Finally got back to the room around 12:15. Mellon kids, your mom still knows how to party! I was trying to get her up on stage but no go. This time anyway.
Today's weather was similar to yesterday's, although much windier. Sailing or kayaking was really not an option. After our buffet breakfast at the Coral Cafe, we changed to beach wear and headed straight for the sand, where we spent pretty much the entire day. The sun was in and out - I detect a certain pattern here - sunnier mornings, cloudier afternoons. When the sun did manage to come out, it rendered the sea a captivating color, an emerald green, which simply takes your breath away. We willingly let ourselves be hypnotized by those ancient rhythms of the sea: the waves come in, the waves go out. Repeat. And again. Over and over. A natural anti-depressant. No wonder the natives are so laid back down here.
An assortment of pictures from last night and today can be found here. Terry, you'll finally find a picture of Sharon modeling swimwear. Incidentally, Sharon lost one of her prized water shoes. While she dozed in her beach chair, a wave snuck up and grabbed a shoe, pulling it to a watery grave. She had to buy a new pair. The ladies are reading fools on this trip, finishing a lot of books between them thus far. Methinks they are going to run out of reading material before we run out of vacation. Terry, I included some flower photos for you. And yes, Jane, the purple hotel photo was for you. Here's another today for good measure, along with a shot of the resort kitty. We even lucked out and got some photos of a couple getting married here! Very cool setting for that. Added some shots of a volleyball game, and a picture of a Jamaican local, all smiles, as he tries to sell his wares on the beach. The hotel staff keep them moving, but they keep coming back.
They have two giant hot tubs here, about 15 feet across each. We did a littler immersion therapy there this afternoon. Steve also found one of those big foam body pads in the pool. Has a built-in headrest. You just hoist yourself onto it, lay flat, and float. The pool curves this way and that, and a gentle swipe of the hand is all the steering and paddling you need to do. There are two swim-up bars here. The bar stools are actually underwater. While you sit at the bar you are in water up to your waist. In my case, it was a FLOAT-up bar. Drifted up there, ordered the drink of the day, and floated away. Repeat. And again.
I think the ladies plan to eat at a different restaurant tonight. They want steak. Sharon didn't like the way the steak was described on the menu, so she's boycotting, and will eat at the pizza joint we found our first night. She thinks the pizza there is "mighty fine".
After that, who knows?
Thanks for reading.