Interesting fact: This particular island served as the lair for two notorious female pirates during the 1700s. I was hoping that the resort would offer some kind of pirate class where I could drink rum and wear an eye patch and learn valuable skills like fencing and picking locks and winning bar fights. But sadly, the activities seem to revolve entirely around health and wellness. Think raw food, yoga, meditation, and holistic spa services. For a not-so-small fee, I can have someone pour a steady stream of hot oil over my forehead. Sounds like a barrel of fun!
So far, our most adventurous activity has been trapping cockroaches in our hotel room. I naively assumed that such a fancy resort would be able to afford an exterminator, so it came as quite a shock to find myself standing on top of the bathtub in bare feet in the middle of the night, yelling for my husband to wake up and come save me from giant marauding insects. He did eventually come to my rescue, armed with running shoes and an overturned trash can – ideal for trapping oversized bugs. If that’s not true love, I don’t know what is. I really couldn’t have asked for a more romantic way to celebrate our third wedding anniversary.
The trash can approach worked pretty well until we ran out of trash cans. At that point, we decided to complain and demand a new room. The manager apologized and gave us a nice upgrade, so we’re trying not to hold a grudge. We even left a note behind on each of the overturned trash cans that read “Attention: Giant Cockroach Trapped Underneath” so as not to startle the housekeeper.
Tomorrow we head back home, and I have to say I’ll be happy to get back. Nothing makes me appreciate being stuck at home all day more than being somewhere else.
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