Woke up, got out of bed, dragged a comb across my head (Beatles).
The order of things in the morning didn't change. Sandra up first down to breakfast, Alexa a close second. But I needed a shower and a toothbrush. I did the 3-minute shower and choked down a breath mint. Ready for breakfast! When I got down there, I had was going to make up for lost time. An omelet, Croissant and half a pound of bacon ought to do it. We resided by the pool and downed a couple trips to the buffet along with 2 pots of coffee. The humidity sure can stir up an appetite.
Again, we split off to our own corners of the resort. Today I was going to do some coding, I swear. A workout is also due, and I feel the rope around my shorts starting to cinch. So, off to the gym to see what they have to offer. Well, they offer a lot. The room was a good 20x15 I'd say. A little bit more than your La Quinta closet gym, but significantly less than Golds Gym. What they did have was more machines than I thought could be invented for each aspect of the human body. All I really wanted was some floor space to do some push-ups and maybe stretch out a hip that is on yellow alert. What floor space was there, was occupied by a woman doing some free weights. I found a 2x8 foot of space between a treadmill and another device that I thought was banned since the Spanish Inquisition. But my push-ups could be performed.
Once the woman moved away from the free weights to another area of the room, I shifted to the area she used to be. This is the weight-room dance that everybody is acquainted with. I finished doing some weights and called it a day.
Following the recipe of yesterday, I parked at the beach pub and had a beer while letting the serenity of my crunchy tunes bore through my ears. Not feeling too bad. About 50 feet away, I could see that Sandra and Alexa were in their same beach chairs sucking up the UV's. I periodically monitored them from a distance. Afterwards around 5pm, they started making their way to the happy-hour bar. So, I checked out to meet them at the next spot.
After happy hour, we walked to another local restaurant and dined on more pork and fish (Platos). We had the normal "what would you recommend" dialog with the waiter. He said "Pork" and "Fish". At least it wasn't questions regarding what would tourist not eat? If he said "Pork" and "Fish", we'd be in a quandary.
At the end, we sauntered our way back to instantly turn off the lights and await tomorrow’s day. Somebody mentioned a bike ride.