Spit, the natural sealant
This place is gorgeous, and Grumpus and I have settled, sort of, into vacation mode. We got up at 6:30 to join the 7 am yoga class (in case you were wondering, we never get up that early when we’re not on vacation), went to the wrong place, and decided it was too late to catch up. So by 7:30 we were settled into the beach club, wondering what to do with the rest of our morning.
My idea was to sit and bake in the sun in order to turn a slightly darker shade of pale. Turns out that an early-morning rise does turn me slightly hyperactive (note to self) so I took a kayak and paddled down the length of the beach. Grumpus did the same thing while grumbling about missing the lazy wife he knows and loves.
At 10 we got on a boat and joined a snorkeling trip. They had bottled sealant though, and we didn’t even need to spit into our goggles.
So here we are at 12:30 pm, done with lunch, and with the prospect of a nice lazy afternoon in front of us. Pictures later. Or tomorrow. Whatever feels right.