In a word, and other than that bit of friendly attempted strong-arming to get us to buy into whatever they’re calling timeshares these days, it’s paradise.
I had this grand plan where I’d spend the morning soaking up the sun and enjoying the sheer getting away of it all and, while the kids and hubby frolicked in the ocean, pool or anywhere but where I was, every afternoon lounging on my partial ocean view balcony overlooking the jungle filled with Mangrove trees. Laptop in tow and clear, vacation brain in gear, page upon page of brilliant writing would follow. This post would flow like the mariachi music emanating from the enormous courtyard of our hotel.Note to Self: Lay off the Margaritas.
Note to Self Two: Don’t believe the hype about vacation productivity. That’s why it’s called a vacation.