08 July 2013

Vacaciones de verano, sexto día

After tracking Mr. P’s flight online and making sure it landed, I took a taxi over to our new hotel to meet him there. At the new hotel, I was greeted with some sort of minty “welcome drink” during check in, got my fancy all-inclusive bracelet, and was whisked around on a tour of the hotel by a very nice yet impossibly trendy man whose name I only caught as “Axel”. After showing me the facilities and getting our dinner reservation in place, Axel ended the tour by depositing me here at the beachside restaurant.

I’d already eaten lunch, so instead I just relaxed here with a glass of wine and took it all in. The only thing missing was Mr. P, who arrived safely a half-hour later. But oh, what a way to wait for him.