Ouch! That’s gotta hurt but also be nostalgically wistful in a hundred ways the rest of us can only imagine. {{Hugs}}.
Hi all!!
Now a bit after 5pm at the hotel / resort. The day is breezy & low-mid 70s with a few puffies, so not a tropical sweaty paradise. The sun is now low on the horizon and dinner plans are being procrastinated over …
My room is south-facing and downwind of the building so my balcony is a great, if solitary, sunning spot. The pool & beach are comparatively chilly & windswept, but that’s where the food, drink, people, and service are. 'Tis a conundrum.
Had a pleasant lunch of dual appetizers and mojitos at the pool. Yakked with a (congenitally?) crippled Canadian dude about my age with a scar up his midline from Adam’s apple to navel. No idea if that was fresh or dates from when he was 1.
Dinner is soon. This place is a bit off the beaten path, hence the lowish price. So probalby eating here; it’s not an inclusive, but prices are OK by Cayman standards.
Intending an early night for a long day tomorrow. And calisthenics. I did my morning set today predayn and it hurt so good.
Unlike Sint Maarten, today the customs / immigration / taxi to hotel process was super easy / efficient and I was checking onto the hotel 45 minutes after they parked the jet… The Caucasian taxi driver claims to be 11th generation Caymanian, tracing his family ancestry to the original European settlers in 16xx when this was uninhabited dirt.
In all the hotel is a quiet place to chill; not a nightlife explosion. Big sign at the open-air bar/eatery: “You are now entering a stress-free zone”. While accurate, they also misspelled “excitement”.
I could chase that excitement cross-island, but not feelin’ it tonight. Slept for shit last night and want to make up tonight. Tomorrow will be different. Besides, come Friday I’m back on the excitement overload adrenaline-fueled Virgin cruise experience with a new set of single friends.