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.
