I heard Kristen making breakfast bright and early on Sunday morning, but I couldn’t bring myself to drag my butt out of bed right away. There was an issue with the coffee pot, but fortunately by the time I arose around 8 am, Curtis had made coffee in the electric percolator. I got a bit of FOMO when Kristen announced she was going to the pool, but poolside before 9 am on day one was a little too extreme for me.
For breakfast I fried up an egg and lamented over what a boring egg muffin sandwich I was about to eat (poor planning at the grocery store FTL) when I remembered we had charcuterie meat and cheese, so I enjoyed a bougie sandwich for breakfast.
The pool and beach were quiet in the morning, and we had no issues scoring some chairs and an umbrella overlooking the water. Even by the afternoon it wasn’t terribly busy. Hopefully it stays this way throughout the trip. I hate the stress of fighting for space. Things always seem to get sketch as the days count closer to Christmas.
Curtis noticed some whale blows out in the ocean. (I’m sure there’s a better word for it but I’m too lazy to Goog it.) Tons of boats flocked toward it. Eventually we saw the tail pop out of the water. Now we know for the future, where there are clusters of boats, there are whales.
Not wanting to venture far from HQ, we opted to eat lunch at the Palapa Bar, located at the other pool, which boasted a swim up bar. As much as I love a swim up bar, I also like solitude, and that pool is a bit busier and louder. Food and alcohol do that apparently. Not to mention the restaurant blocks the view of the ocean, and then how will we see whale blows?
After lunch, I took a siesta poolside, then retreated to the room for a shower and some much needed air conditioning before dinner.
For dinner we walked to Las Mariscadas because Kristen wanted to drink margaritas and get sloppy. We ordered the fish ceviche because I said in my last blog that it was the closest to Belize ceviche we’ve come across. I ordered the shrimp fajitas because I really liked them last time, a strawberry daiquiri, and for dessert we shared flan, which was really good and if future Jill is reading this, don’t sleep on the flan. It had excellent flavor and good consistency.
Apparently I have to now be keeper of everyone else’s food choices as well because I’m the only one with a blog. Curtis also ate the shrimp fajitas. Kristen enjoyed a whole snapper. Word is out on whether it was good because she was too busy eavesdropping on the neighbors to answer. She also drank two margaritas, but unlike last time, she didn’t get sloppy and split her toe open and then reprimand me from my bedroom door for letting her get drunk.
