I had thoughts of a run, but they were brief and fleeting! The girls would rise and we would have a lazy morning of scrambled eggs fresh fruit and coffee or tea. Sitting out on the deck, the beach is pretty much empty, and there is a fair amount of sea weed washing up ashore. A quick google search indicates, this as "Sargassum Seaweed". Apparently 2015 was a bad year, but so far 2016 has been mostly clear of the stuff. The staff is diligently raking, but it seems to be a losing battle. This stuff comes from the Sea of Sargasso, just beyond the Bermuda Triangle. It's a vast area of free foating seaweed, which sometimes breaks free and carries with the winds and current.
After breakfast the ladies decide to go for a walk, and I join them. Bill stays back and searches out a Starbucks for a "real coffee". The walk is pleasant, but begins to get warm as the clouds start to burn off. The drying seaweed has a distinct odour, which isn't all together pleasant. But the sea is beautiful and the company equally so.
On the way back, I decide to jog. Barefeet, and in the heat. Started out fast, but about a mile in, decided to cut it back to an easy jog....it was just to hot! People sitting in loungers looked at me like I was an escapee from a nut house! Note to self; jog early in the day, when it is marginally cooler!
A dip in th pool was in order, as the shore was invaded by Sargassum! The pool had been cooled down a few degrees and was a wonderful reprieve from the heat and sun. After a couple of hours in the pool, we enjoy a loght lunch on the deck. Relaxation was the job of today.
Suddenly some loud booms are heard across the sea, then a loud crash overhead and the once sunny skies open up into a torrential downpour. We scurry inside with our food and gear, to watch the wind drive the rain all over the deck and windows.
Fortunately the rain doesn't last long, and the day dries out again, Earlier, while in the pool, we met a couple from Colorado, and another from Dallas. They tell us of a place called "Plank", where the food is great and the steak pretty darn good too. You know it must be when a Texan tells you the steak is good!
We put on some dinner clothes and head up 5th Ave to check it out.
Despite finding Plank, we decide we are not in the mood for a heavy meal tonight, and we venture on.
There are so many choices along the Avenue. We settle on a small place called La Fisheria. The staff is friendly and the food was tastey. Portions were a little more manageable as well. Brenda orders the Octopus dish, while the rest of us take the servers recommendation. I got a fish dish, which I cannot pronounce, but our server says it's her favorite. And it is pretty good.
Our post meal ritual of walking and exoloring 5th Ave helps us work off the calories. There us so much to see and do. An earlier evening tonight, we are back at the unit before 10. The daily activities tiring us out.
Oh, on a side note, SUNSCREEN is your friend! Bill!
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