After 10 solid hours of sleeping like I was dead, I woke up to this:
Life is good. And it gets even better.
Eating at an all inclusive is like an all access pass to your favourite concert or a shopping spree where you aren’t paying. There is food everywhere. All the time. They even have a cafe that just makes cappuccinos and serves gelato. I will pretty much live there.
The breakfast spread is delicious. Fresh fruits, omelet station, crepe station, hot and cold cereals and the whole lot.
Except for bacon. We look everywhere and can’t find the bacon. I eat my omelet solo. It’s not until I go back for crepes that I see the magic dome in the back, -behind- the omelet station, away from the general population, that says “Bacon”. I ask why the bacon is so far away.
“We have to control it.”
Time to hit the beach. At 10 am in the morning it’s 30 degrees. It feels like we are walking in a giant sauna with sun and trees in it.
The beach is far from crowded and I spot a private palapa 100 meters out. Getting there is like walking to the cashier with a small child via the toy aisle. Jen and I keep stopping every 5 seconds to pick up and evaluate shells for our collection. We get distracted watching tiny crabs skittering across the sand and stopping dead / pretending to be just a shell as soon we get close.
The water offers us a reprieve and I’m pretty sure I’m just going to stay here all day.
Yes I pee in the ocean. Don’t look at me like you don’t.
We swam out to see these birds who all seemed to be floating in unison. They were all sitting on the buoy lines, basking in the sun, with their mouths open, apparently waiting for the fish to jump in. At about 11 am we could see why – every few seconds out of the corner of your eye you would see fishies jumping out of the water – so quick we were like ‘did that just happen?’
When we got too wrinkly we would dry off in the sun and watch the little water birds walk along the beach eating whatever the ocean waved in. I named one ‘Luke Sandwalker’. Pelicans flew in formation above and occasionally dove down for some eats.
I am OBSESSED with iguanas. Word got out that there were two hot babes on the beach and they all gathered around us under the tree near where we were sitting. They were posing in the sun for their photo shoots. One let me get close enough to touch it so I went to the buffet and brought him back a pineapple. You are probably not supposed to do that, but I was in love.
Today’s lesson: Sand fleas are fucking savages. My body had more red spots than a red headed kid has freckles in summer.
Tomorrow: jungle walk and sloth hunting.
