After a late dinner on Saturday evening, we crashed back in the room until well past 8am on Sunday morning. Since I couldn't remember the last time I slept past 8am, I was immediately up and heading to the pool while Nick looked at me like I was insane. In my world, it was well past mimosa time and I figured I could nap in my cabana!!
|Heading down to the beach to dip my toes|
We spent 99% of both Saturday and Sunday just lounging by the pool or the beach. We took some walks on the beach, visited the swim up bar, enjoyed the poolside grill, and loved every second of having no plans for the day!
Sunday was super windy, so Nick convinced me to take out one of the resort's sailboats with him and we zipped up and down the coastline checking out the neighboring resorts. Compared to our sailing trip in Jamaica where I was thoroughly waterboarded for an hour or so, this little trip was downright relaxing! Bavaro Beach was a great place to sail since the whole bay area is sheltered by a reef. So, we just stayed inside the reef area and cruised.
The hotel surprised me with a birthday cake and a bottle of champagne on Sunday afternoon. The timing was fairly hysterical as I was only returning to the room for a quick second when our butler (yes, we had a butler and I regret not sneaking him home in my suitcase!) spotted me and then a whole group of butlers burst into our room singing Feliz Cumpleanos! Nick missed the whole thing as he was still at the pool at the time of my surprise. To say I was fairly surprised to emerge from the bathroom and find a group of singing men in my room was a major understatement.
Compared to some of the other islands that we've visited in the Caribbean, there wasn't too much fish life right off our beach. Nick brought his mask/snorkel with him, but didn't spot too much out there. However, on Monday, he swam out further to the reef and managed to find a few more local guppies to check out while I played lifeguard from the beach.
Although we splurged for a swim out private pool room, I don't think we'd do that again since we just didn't have the time to use it all that much. Nick took an afternoon dip most days when we headed back to our room to shower and change for dinner, but that was about it. The other problem was that pool was FREEZING compared to the main pool, so I had no interest in jumping in there, especially when it was in the shade.
As always, the Thomans brought the crazy to the hotel. Apparently my American hair dryer was way too much for the resort to handle because I managed to knock out power multiple times to our room while attempting to blow dry my horse's mane. Again, butler to the rescue (and I learned how to say "our room has no power" in Spanish!).
|Nick to the rescue flipping the power back on to the main room|
|Interior of our hotel wing|
|Outside our room|
I'm not quite sure I would label it as "romantic dinner" since the resort seemed to think that a boom box blaring 80's rock ballads was important to our beach dinner. I'm not going to lie - I LOVED the 80's music. I spent the whole dinner rocking out to Paula Abdul, Sheena Easton, Journey, the "Pretty Woman" soundtrack, etc. It was like Nick's own personal karaoke concert (I'm sure he was thrilled). Give me a bottle of wine and some 80's tunes and I'm a blast.
They "volunteered" to take some pictures of us at our dinner, which then turned into a mini photo shoot where they directed Nick to propose to me again, which was HYSTERICAL! Our waiter didn't seem to notice our awkwardness as they posed us...
Unfortunately, our trip ended way too quickly. On Tuesday morning, I was up bright and early again in order to take advantage of our last morning in Punta Cana. I managed to score a premium cabana while Nick snoozed for another hour. He missed out on "breakfast happy hour," as I called it.
|Nick joined me in time for a morning dip... and to swim over to the bar to grab me a drink!|
|Look at those relaxed people!|
|Parents gone wild 2017!|
Again, compared to some other Caribbean islands that we've visited over the years, we were highly impressed with the Punta Cana airport! From curb to security, we were done and through in just minutes. I love small airports where you walk out to your plane!
And home we go...
A huge thanks to Mimi, who managed not only 2 children, 2 school schedules, Girl Scouts, gymnastics, but also a snowstorm in our absence! Getting Grant into/out of the car is a total adventure these days, so there's also that adventure.
Time to start planning Nick's 40th in the spring...