Here's a picture of one of the pools we were in:
I took the picture in the late afternoon of one of the two cloudy days we had-- that's the ocean in the distance. They had the most unusual amenity on the beach on the other side of this pool--a bed to lie on next to the ocean. Here's Liz and a staff member by the bed:
Isn't that weird? I think it would be lovely to lie on one of those beds--with my broken back, it's difficult to lie on the sand, but I think I would be too self conscious. It seems weird to lie on a bed in public.
I took a picture of the day's activities at the beach--study it closely:
Don't you think there's a problem with the order of the activities? I mean, I think the book exchange would work much better before the beer pong, don't you?
The beach we were on is called Sunset Beach. Here's what it looks like at sunset from our deck:
We were very good about exercising for our first four days, and then we stopped that nonsense. I picked up a little digestive order pretty early in the trip, which I'm still feeling the effects of. I'm not sure if it was because of the unusual quantity of tequila I was imbibing, the food I was eating, some little bug I ingested, or some combination of the three. Anyway, I gained 5.5 pounds in the week, despite the inordinate quantity of stuff I was flushing down the toilet. I'm hoping I'm retaining fluids from all the salt on the rims of the margarita glasses. The next day or two will tell.
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