We woke up early the next day to something trampling on our roof. "What on earth is that?" I groggily asked Hal. "I think it's the monkeys", he replied. "They've been running back and forth overhead for the past hour." If it was anything other than monkeys, I would have given them a piece of my mind. But monkeys are forgivable. I imagined them playing a lively game of duck duck goose.
After a breakfast of fresh fruit and mexcian pastries, we parked ourselves on the beach to chill, read, nap, sip, dip, repeat.
Then it was time for a couple's massage. We chose the Poesia Del Mar (Poetry from the Ocean) treatment that takes place at the end of the dock. Heavenly. And the jet skiers got a nice peep show. The breeze kept blowing our towels off!
Later we migrated over to the pool. Happy man. If left to his own devices, he'd live in a pool.
To be continued...
Our Honeymoon - Part 1
Our Honeymoon - Part 2
Our Honeymoon - Part 3
Our Honeymoon - Part 4
Our Honeymoon - Part 5
Our Honeymoon - Part 6
Our Honeymoon - Part 7
Our Honeymoon - Part 8
Our Honeymoon - Part 9
Our Honeymoon - Part 10
Our Honeymoon - Part 11
Our Honeymoon - Part 12
Our Honeymoon - Part 13
