A busy week of work has kept me from continuing the story of our epic adventure. But I've grabbed a few quiet moments to catch up some.
|The all important Pool|
|Deck 7 was always a nice quiet spot to disappear to and relax|
|The ship's main lobby area|
|Our first towel animal of the voyage|
|The pool deck (12) at 3am after the 1st party|
The road leading to our beach was rough. Often, it was washed out from the hurricane and the bus actually was driving on the beach itself. When there was a road, it was one lane and lined with shacks with laundry hanging out to dry. We arrived at the beach "resort" and were pleasantly surprised. It was small but very well maintained. Massages were available to those that wanted them and lunch and drinks were included. It was rustic and many Americans would not have liked it. But I was fascinated by it all. I love to see other parts of the world. And not just the touristy spots. I like to see how people live. I'll write more about my thoughts on that in future post.
For now, I'll leave you with thoughts of warm temperatures, palm trees, coconuts, fresh Mexican salsa and a cold pina colada.
This truly was the brighter side of the grave.