Unexpected

I was up for an early breakfast and for the third time in three days I was surprised by how many people were eating breakfast at 7am in Costa Rica at the all-inclusive resort. After 3 trips to the buffet, I headed straight for the beach to soak up some rays before the scorching midday sun.

Wednesday started like the previous two days. Would it end the same?

After laying on the beach for about 90 minutes, I rinsed my feet, and went searching for some shade. I claimed a spot close to the pool bar and took a quick dip to cool off. Pulled out my Kindle and sat back to finish my 4th (or maybe it was the 5th) James Patterson book of the week. Like clockwork, the bar opened at 10am and I went to get my first of several piña coladas before lunch.

At noon I ate a quick lunch, showered, and headed over to the spa for an 80 minute massage, which was a combination of 5 different techniques. It was the best massage I’ve ever had. Maybe it was because I was relaxing on vacation thousands of miles from home. Shit, I’d be lying if I didn’t admit it was due to the great job she did on my glutes.

Made a quick stop in my room to change back into swim trucks, grabbed a snack and some beer at the buffet, and was back on the beach for the afternoon sun. It was another 90 minutes before I went back up for a spot by the pool to drink cocktails and do more reading. It was probably around 5 when I headed for my room to shower and get ready for dinner.

I picked the Italian restaurant since I was saving the steak house for my last night and I’d already eaten at the other restaurants. I had a tasty pesto chicken fettuccine entrée and drank several glasses of red wine. After sampling all of the desserts, I grabbed one of the special cocktails being made outside the restaurant and walked for a bit to empty my glass. I grabbed the other special cocktail option of the night and retired to my room.

At around 8:30, I was buried in my Kindle, enjoying my drink, when I heard a soft knock on the door. I wondered who on Earth it could be. Maybe the masseuse enjoyed my ass as much as I enjoyed her working on it.

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Nick Momrik

I'm searching for the perfect golf swing and my first hole-in-one. I'm addicted to CrossFit. I work for Automattic.

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