Day 7: Surf & Turf
We’ve fallen into a nice morning routine: wake up, hop into bathing suits, grab breakfast while slathering on sunscreen and head out to the lounge chairs by the pool. I finished reading the slow food magazine and started If Chins Could Kill: Confessions of a B Movie Actor by Bruce Campbell. Bruce isn’t the greatest of writers, but his tale of how independent movies get made is quite interesting. Gentleman Caller isn’t one to sit still and soak up the sun, so he broke up the monotony with frequent dips in the pool. We walked over to another resort to meet my cousins and hang out by the kiddie pool. A quick swim, then lunch at the palapa. I had a pulled pork bbq sandwich that was better than some I’ve had in MO. GC had a chicken chimichanga and my mom had a grilled chicken sandwich; we all had a couple of beers. So far, I’ve had Dos Equis, Sol and Modelo Especial. I really like them all, but prefer Sol as a nice light refreshing drink for cooling off on a hot day. Two Sols in the middle of the day, however, lead to a nice long siesta. We rallied to get happy hour margaritas on the beach, watch the sunset, and pick up a roasted chicken and fruit salad from the take-away restaurant for dinner.