We stayed at the Posada Real Best
Western, the only "all-inclusive" experience we've ever had. It
was a delightful oasis on the hot, dry coast. Having booked a
room sight unseen, we were pleased that there were no high-rises to be
seen, only dry coast and miles of beaches. We met Helen's brother, Ty,
and his son, Peter, there and the cousins had three days together.
Our major decisions each day were when to move from the upper
swimming pool (near the hotel) to the lower pool (by the beach), when
to eat meals, which card games to play, when to start drinking pina
coladas and Margaritas, how far to walk down the beach, and whether we
wanted to swim after dinner. . . . pretty cushy life!
Margaret and Sarah found lots of coconuts and decided to open one up
"with their bare hands". Armed only with a tiny Swiss army knife,
a piece of bent re-bar, and a rock, the broke off the outer husk (90
minutes) and cracked the seed inside (1 minute, one hard throw on
concrete). We drank fresh coconut milk and ate the meat inside.
Another afternoon was spent making an elaborate sand-village, complete with coconut meat-lined swimming pool.
Sunset #2
