I’m not one of them. I don’t understand how some women frolic in the ocean, hop out and throw on a floaty, breezy coverup, fluff up their hair and look like a million bucks. Even the sand clinging to their legs looks golden. Me? I come out of the ocean like a drowned rat. My hair is matted, my skin is red and I’m covered with sticky gray sand within two minutes of getting out of the water. I took a shower at the beach and then stripped down and took one back at the hotel and left the tub covered in a layer of gritty sand. I wonder if men get sand in all those unmentionable places that women do? Do Beach Girls look that good with a crotch full of sand? I don’t think so. I don’t think sand would dare crawl under their boobs and cling to their butt cracks the way it does with me.
Whatever….I had fun, today. We rented a golf cart and drove all over the island. We went to the lighthouse and the pirate museum. Went back to the beach and flew the kite some more. The waves were AWESOME! Huge swells and crashing waves. Again, maybe a total of 30 people on the entire beach. Great fun. I bought frozen lasagna and onion rolls for dinner but forgot forks so we’ve working our way through dinner with plastic spoons.
11:00 p.m. Update - Our hotel and most of the village has quiet time from 9:00 p.m. to 8:00 a.m. and I love it. I’ve been sitting out on the balcony enjoying the moon and the stars and the ocean breeze while I finish off my bottle of wine. It’s totally quiet. The only sounds are the occasional golf cart humming down the road or a family quietly cruising down the road on bicycles. I don’t suppose this place is for everyone but I’m loving it. I can see a woman swimming slow steady laps down in the pool. No loud music or bright lights. I can even see the lighthouse beacon in the distance.
Don’t want to think about it but I guess we ought to start heading toward home tomorrow. Guess we’ll see what happens when we get up in the morning and make plans for the day.