Two more days sunning and going to bed early. I met Sandra and Alexa at breakfast and downed a pot of coffee. Alexa was about to head to a massage; Sandra was off to get a travel souvenir mug. I pulled up to the table and did some relaxing computer time. I anticipated this was a standard everybody to their respective corners of the resort. But today I decided I was going to walk the beach line. Barely touched sand on this trip, but I best get this task out of the way. Sandra too, did not want to pass on the opportunity to walk the beach. So, we headed off together. The tide was coming in, so it kept pushing us up the beach from the hard sand to the barely walkable. Dang! Too much work. We completed the out and back and ended up at my favorite beach haunt. Alexa had already grabbed a table, and so we joined. They didn't take long to abandon me for the lawn chairs around the pool.
It was a pretty leisurely day with not much going on. Come evening it was planned to head off the hotel to a neighborhood called "La Placita". Our tour guide recommended this as a happening place in the evening. Our plan was drinks, dinner and salsa dancing in the streets for the girls. My plan deviated to finding a spot and watching this from afar. We grabbed the bus to this neighborhood (it was still free). When we arrived, the "Policia" were already cordoning off the block for what was looking to be a big block party. We walked around a bit. It was colorful, and the locals were already loading up on the Rum Killers. Not wanting to be rude, we found a sidewalk patio table and partook in tradition. The girls had a pineapple-like drink, and I of course tried for an IPA, but had to settle for a Modello. What is with this island and their disdain for good beer!
We sauntered across the street to a restaurant and picked one of their sidewalk tables. There were a couple of cats hanging out around our table, and we decerned they too were working cats. The Placita was filling up with people, and it was becoming more vibrant. When we had finished with our people and cat watching, we started off to walk around. Alexa cut off a part of her steak and made some cat-food for the little beasts. One came over and dispatched it right away.
We didn't last that long on the walk-about after dinner. We saw the alure to this locale. It was clean, friendly and fun. But we were an hour past our 8:30pm bedtime. This time we Ubered back to the hotel, and slipped into the evening ritual of reading and gauging the sun damage we added to our skin.
One more day left before Alexa joins the NY professional ranks again, and we (Sandra and I) begin the sailing part of the trip. Tomorrow will likely be about as eventful as a tranquilized turtle race.