Isla Verde

It’s a beach day today, and having been through the drill before at resorts like this, I know enough to get down early or risk getting stuck with deck chairs either by the men’s room or the kiddie pool (or both). I have a little too much conscience than to get up early, dump some crap on a chair and then go back to bed, but even at 7:30 am, people (who will ultimately not stroll down again until noon) have marked their territory.

There is no guilt in our family about sending Dad downstairs alone before the sun rises, and in practice, it turns out to be a good time to catch up on work-related things. I’ve heard people speak of mystical vacations where you don’t spend part of each day dealing with email and doing conference calls, but I think they’re just yanking my chain.

Once the kids show up, our day consists of little more than alternating between pool and beach. Sam and Joey try some body surfing, and end up stalking some poor lady and her daughter, telling them all about the waves in Hawaii and how they tamed them.

As the sun starts to set, we rally enough energy to get in the car in search of a Costco. The goal is to load up on some beach snacks and hopefully also find a replacement charger for the video camera, as the one we brought is for one of the models we have long since broken. The kids sing along to Weird Al all the way, which Mom would probably report is the high point of her vacation.
Tomorrow we have a road trip planned, so after a bit of TV (and some cheap drinks from the $8 bottle of rum) its time to call it a day.