Walking back to the room, I discover that the bushes are filled with Christmas lights. It isn't fully dark yet, so we aren't getting the total effect. You should know that I have a real soft spot for Christmas lights. When I say Christmas lights, I mean real lights, not those crap LED things the stores are full of these days. I kind of feel like I've found a kindred spirit when I see someone else still doing it old school by using the real lights.
I walk out on to the balcony and it looks like we are perched above a twinkling carpet of Christmas.
I might have actually squealed. There might have been clapping too. So not only am I in this amazing room overlooking a jungle, they've covered it in bright, multicolored Christmas lights. I don't think anyone on earth could have appreciated that particular room any more than I did. Everything is coming up Cherry.
Sunshine eventually dragged me back off the balcony, but only for as long as it took to walk across the street, order chicken and bring it back to my twinkly balcony. The chicken was good. Though we were relying on a year old memory, I still think Step-a-side is better.
Now that we are down on the beach, we can get back to one of our favorite night time activities, standing with our feet in the sea, drink in hand enjoying the night air. On our way back we reconnect with Mamade11 and decide it's time to take action on that hot tub plan.
We had a great evening with her and Frank. Mamade arrived with a bottle of over-proof rum and a jug of juice. Though I know I've had rum punch that included a little over-proof, I'd never mixed it on my own. Yikes, that stuff is not for the faint of heart. We hung out for a long time in that hot tub, solving all the world's problems while simultaneously solving none. What a great spot! The tub is huge and totally tucked into the trees. I hate pool setups that make it feel like the whole resort is staring at you from the rooms. That kind of greenery takes time to grow, even in the tropics. I wonder if the person who first had the vision is still around to see the plan so beautifully realized.
Eventually the fun of the day had caught up with me and I was ready to call it a night. We say our goodnights and head for the room. I'm not handling the transition very well. It is all getting a little spiny.
So we have three potential explanations for why it is now my turn to be worshiping the porcelain gods. I may or may not have sustained a minor head injury at Mayfield Falls. I did just spend 2-3 hours hanging out in a hot tub. While I was doing that, I was drinking over-proof rum punch, essentially for the first time. It's my story, so I'm going with head injury. It was clearly time for bed. Stick a fork in me, I am done.
Originally Posted by Jim-Donna
Can't wait to see Coco all lit up for Christmas and get me some more of that chicken...
If I where you, I'd look into that getting back sooner thing. Like justchuck!
