This is the view from the bathroom shower. We are situated looking down on to Corrosol. So many boats in port for the regatta. Our first stop? Hotel Christopher. We plan to go incognito. Playing it cool.
Sit by the pool, eat a bit of lunch . . .
So relaxing. So amazing and then the added bonus a massage, poolside. Cue lapping of ocean kissing the beach. Beautiful music to meditate by and
"Saba Saba saaabbbaaaa, you know that's the most beeeauuuutiful place in the world. Right up there with Vegas." such was what intruded on my lovely poolside massage at the hotel Christopher. The heavily inebriated older woman continued to gulp her drink down and chatter to the bartender, who didn't speak any English. What, you say shouldn't that have stopped said matron? No she was what we all fear being called when we are abroad. . . The ugly American. While trying to relax listening to the new age music a slice of Americana invaded my existence, I learned she loved Greece - Crete especially. It deserved relating the name several times. Crete CREte CRETE. I also learned she traveled on the donkeys, you know the donkeys, donkeys, donkeys, up the steep mountainside of Santorini. ( pictured below)
But not Greece or the lovely island
where we were currently.
They couldn't hold a candle to the beautiful city of Las Vegas. "Vegas Vegas Vegas." "Uh hmm "the bartender answered. "Beautiful women!! Beautiful!! Really beautiful." she slurred. At this point I wanted to raise my self up on my elbows and say " Do you mean the overly plastic people?" but I didn't. I continued to chant to myself "serenity now serenity now." Alas that didn't seem to help. We, I say we, not as the royal we, but all that were by the pool that day, heard that her husband had recently retired, somewhere in Kansas granted the dialect sounded more Jersey than Midwest, but I trust she must know where her husbands business was run, he had 250, yes 250 no reAlly 250!!! people working for him. He sold his business. I at this point had the most amazing part of my massage, the masseuse put her fingers by my ears and plugged my ears so all I could hear at first was my breathing. I started to feel tranquil, concentrating on the breath, just like my favorite part of yoga, you know the end of 30 minutes when you close your eyes and just rest. Usually I'm so rested I start drooling. Oh if only. I would take the embarrassment of a drooled stained pillow over the screeching voice that seemed to somehow seep into my ear canals. Hearing the virtues of Vegas Vegas Vegas Vegas. Maybe the city of lost wages should use that as a tag line. Virtuous Vegas, more beautiful than the Caribbean.
Below are some more photos after the massage ended.
A very relaxing and lovely day. Which ended with a view from the villa and a light dinner of bread, cheese and wine
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