Today, Kristen and I decided to opt out of diving. After being here for two days, we decided we needed and deserved a day of doing nothing. Yesterday, Eli told us that the power in our unit would be out from 8 am–1 pm because they were hooking up a generator in case of future power outages, so we planned for a relaxing day by the pool.
Kristen rented a bicycle in the morning and ventured to the closest market to find a band-aid. They didn’t have any. They didn’t have eggs, either, but while she was shopping, they went and got her a dozen. Gotta love this place.
The power went out around 9 am. I computed until Kristen came back, then lubed up with sunscreen. Kristen took the bike out one more time while I headed down to the pool with our stuff. One key and all . . .
Damn, it was a scorcher.
Kristen wasn’t gone long, and she came back all sweaty. We set up a lounging station by the pool with two chairs and two umbrellas and immersed ourselves in our readers. Amir dropped by every 15 minutes or so to make sure we had enough to drink and to remind us to put sunscreen on. He also informed us the temp was 101. Even in the shade, I felt like I was in the sun, and the burn I acquired yesterday was very displeased.
After a few drinks, Kristen switched to virgins. Then we ordered lunch—conch ceviche and a club sandwich to share. The divers came back not long after, and everyone enjoyed lunch and drinks poolside. I took a nap. Cindy and Kristen were kind enough to keep me shaded while I slept.
When I got back in the room, it was hot. Not a fun day for the A/C to be off. Again. It was worse than the first day. The power returned around 4 pm. A loud whooshing noise woke me from my almost-sleep as the fans, fridge, and other devices kicked on.
Curtis delivered sad news. Amir was told he wasn’t needed anymore and he wouldn’t be returning tomorrow. Kristen and I were very disappointed to hear this, and I was bummed that I would have had the chance to say goodbye if I stayed at the pool a tad bit longer.
After the power had been on a bit, Kristen noticed the place wasn’t cooling. We called the front desk, and they sent up their all-purpose repair man.
The seven of us congretated in our hot condo and ordered pizza. None of us really felt like going out at all, and we didn’t want to eat at Foot Prints again. Or I didn’t, anyway. That and I was a little bitter about no more Amir. Sure it was his trial week, but he was supposed to work through Sunday. I have to imagine they just don’t have enough guests right now to support more staff at the restaurant, and that it didn’t have anything to do with him personally. I hope he finds work quickly.
Some time later, someone came up with a key to the unit below us. He told us we could sleep there and they would fix the A/C again tomorrow. Kristen, Cindy, Ellie, and I went downstairs to check it out. It’s a much ritzier version of our unit.
We ate pizza and watched some show about SNL on VH1 before heading down to the cold condo for bed.