Our last day was, “All about that beach, ‘bout that beach, no troubles…”
Paulo was ready for us this morning with our beach chairs swept clean under our favourite hut.
While some people cringe at the thought of sitting on the beach doing nothing all day, I find there are few things more therapeutic than listening to the soothing sounds of the ocean, feeling the breeze on your skin, and the sun on your face.
However, one of those few things is a time-honoured tradition of burying Gaston in the sand and creating a sexy Mer-man.
If you are looking to make friends, I suggest doing this on the first day. The amount of people who stop by and chat is amazing. (Later in the day people were still saying, “Hey look! It’s the Mer-man!”).
If you are looking not to make friends, this also works. I left Gaston alone early in the process to make sure I had my camera. Seeing a grown man sitting in a large hole playing in the sand by himself not making eye contact surprisingly weirds some people out.
Here is the final result:
Happy to finally escape his sand prison, we spent some time walking up and down the beach, sitting in the lifeguard stands pretending to be important, and playing in the water.
We literally didn’t have to leave the beach in want of anything. The beach bar had a steady stream of piña coladas and the pizza bar served up the ‘zza made to order, easily giving the best Chicago deep dish a run for its money.
(Yes. I peed in the ocean)
It was a perfect day to end a perfect week of a perfect holiday.
I would be remiss however, if I didn’t pay homage to the “Memories” song. For any of you who have stayed at a Memories resort, you know what I am talking about. This resort chain has its own theme song and dance. It is played after every pool activity and every opportunity is given for everyone to learn the dance. After every nightly show, all are encouraged to come on stage to dance.
Now for those of you that know us, I know you are all expecting a video here of Gaston dancing, mortified, at the Memories dance. I am disappointed to announce that he managed to feign illness / extreme tiredness every time the song was about to be played.
From the cat that followed me home on the first day,
to the little animals the gardener made me out of palm leaves, 
to my beloved towel animals, to the food, to the beach, to the snorkeling,
to our adventures, to the nightly entertainment, I couldn’t have asked for anything more.
Thank you Cuba, for making me fall for you all over again. Can’t wait to see you again! XOXOXOXXO
