A little Rain…….

 Today started out like the others.  We went to the buffet for breakfast then off to one of the main pools.  Art scored us a double lounger cabana.  We agreed it it was the best of all the places we have sat.  It was pretty comfy.  It rained again last night so everything was soaked.  Out neighbor told us they watched the storm and it was a doozie.  We slept through it.  The hot sun really wears us out.  By the end of the day we pass out.  Not even the storm kept us awake.

We enjoyed the cabana so much that after lunch we decided to stay,  Unfortunately, dark clouds moved in and we were sure it would rain again so we thought it would be best to pack it up in early afternoon.  We did get in our little pool for a little bit before  the rain started.  It rained for a few hours.  We were lucky enough that it stopped in time to walk to dinner.

We walked to the sister property for dinner. Art always says everything in life is either a good time or a learning experience.  The entire dinner experience was a learning one. We were seated at probably the worst table in the entry walkway and then the waiter moved it even further into the walk way for us.  He was super rude.  It was obvious he didn’t want us there. The food was not very good but we made the best of it.  Poor Art isn’t use to how other cultures deal with mother’s nursing  babies.  A young couple with a toddler ( 2 or 3.) came in and sat at the table closest to us.  As soon as the mom and little girl sat down the mom whipped out her boob and the girl started to chew on the nipple.  She wasn’t all that interested in nursing but was using the boob as a pacifier. I didn’t really think too much of it but poor Art…… it was one of those times where you turn your head but your eyes just wouldn’t go. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing…….especially while he was eating. 

After dinner we stopped off to get a drink to get over the entire crappy dining experience.  The place is usually really full and busy but there was just one couple there.  We soon found out why…..  There was a trio playing.  There was a snare drum, an accordion, and a loud shaker type thing.  They were a little like the tuba band as none of them were playing the same song. And one of the guys was yelling and moaning like a stuck pig. They were so loud you could hear them most of our way back to our room. At one point on our walk back to our place I said to Art “hit me again, I can still hear them”. We got a good laugh.  What a crazy evening.  

We are now sitting on our deck giggling about the evening.  Everything smells nice and fresh from the rain.