Winding down here, and we boy will we miss it; it has been such a happy dumping of sunshine and warmth and blue water on our souls. Thomas is especially skeptical of a return to civilization...he is so relaxed here. For me it is of course a lovely place to be quarantined, though it has a bit of a Truman Show vibe. That is the movie where Jim Carey is unknowingly in a reality show in a fake set where he cannot leave. At one point he literally butts up against a wall that looks like the sky. Whenever we get even close to leaving the property- even approaching the front gate, there is a security kerfuffle. Part of it is Corona Virus, and the rule on the island that one can come to the Amanera, but has to stay here. They practically threw a butterfly net over us when we tried to walk back from the spa on the absolutely stunning golf course. We can walk up and down the beach, but it is not for the faint of heart. It is really, really hot and the sand can be so thick, that the way back is a bit reminiscent of Alexander's Gedrosian desert march. Very dangerous for couples hoping ot avoid divorce...must have water and a hat and a dive into the sea as soon as one is back. It is a very hard earned 4,000 steps.
We did do another jungle walk this morning and F came along. Too funny- S is just so happy to be in the jungle with all those delightful creepy crawlies, and when she is there we seem to stumble on things that our guide says he rarely sees- he almost jumped up and down over a special gecko, and then she found amid all these leaves, a very rare butterfly wing. The two of them were over the moon. F tries to get in the spirit, but this was the baby that cried the first time I put him on a lawn.
The other guests here have been odd and disproportionately prop Trump. We heard one guy complaining about "all these masks at home" and another guy-who is from the Bay area and here for a month, is head of some sort of Jewish Republican group (we googled him). Lovely chap, but one wonders why only the Wehlens and the Trump die hards are traveling. Attractive people without boob jobs seem to be staying home.
Beach walking soon, then rum and dinner with the delightful kiddies, then tennis mañana. D.C. Thursday night, home Friday morning. 😞
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| My daily lunch date and view. Tacos and Thomas. |
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| Hard at work |
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| You can see how much studying F has done by his tan. |
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| Amazing architecture here...this is the front "lobby" |
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| Thomas working on our puzzle |
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| view from our bed. The clouds were a show every day...rainy dark ones and huge fluffy pink ones and everything in between |
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| We made a run for the tiny beach next to ours...small freedom |
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| Jungle walk again- this time with the physicist. |
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| S trying to show F how much fun a jungle walk can be |
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