We spent the first part of the day having a mini photo shoot at the beach. Yeah, we might have looked like two goonies jumping around for the camera, but who cares? It was fun! I could definitely get used to this kind of life.
According to Anonymous, this resort is subpar. There are three connected RIUs where we're staying: Merengue (where we are), Bachata and Mambo. RIU Bachata's pool le da tres patas a la de nosotros! Theirs is twice as big, has a waterfall, swim-up bar and different levels and steps. Ours has umm...water. Oh well, it was also the cheapest one so you get what you pay for. Besides, if you reside in one you can eat and play in any of the three. So you bet we walked our little hineys over to Bachata to mooch off their goodies!
Oy vey. Why do I have to be so freakin shy? Around guys, I mean. Cute guys. There's a cute-as-hell French guy who works in the animation staff that I met while he was going around the pool area recruiting people for a game. Yesterday, we spoke a little French when we passed by each other and then he came up to Anonymous and me at the show last night, kissed us each on both cheeks and chatted with us a while. Before the day was over, I had a full blown crush. And dear Lord I can barely talk to the guy now!
But, of course, I won't do a damn thing. I get all nervous when I see him and I can't bring myself to walk up and talk to him no matter how many times Anonymous says so. The kid (he's 20, btw) even has a tattoo going down his spine: Carpe Diem. Of course.
Crap!! So earlier today Anonymous and I were talking about the French Cutie and I said he'd probably be off in another hotel if I ever came back to this one. She said no and that he'll probably still be working here. Fast forward to six hours later. The French Cutie and I are talking alone by the bar as I wait for Anonymous to return from her 50th trip to the ladies' room. Turns out it's his last night on the job because his three-month contract is up and the man is flying back to France in two days!! I didn't even have the guts to ask him for a picture. *Sigh* So kicking myself right now :(
According to Anonymous, this resort is subpar. There are three connected RIUs where we're staying: Merengue (where we are), Bachata and Mambo. RIU Bachata's pool le da tres patas a la de nosotros! Theirs is twice as big, has a waterfall, swim-up bar and different levels and steps. Ours has umm...water. Oh well, it was also the cheapest one so you get what you pay for. Besides, if you reside in one you can eat and play in any of the three. So you bet we walked our little hineys over to Bachata to mooch off their goodies!Oy vey. Why do I have to be so freakin shy? Around guys, I mean. Cute guys. There's a cute-as-hell French guy who works in the animation staff that I met while he was going around the pool area recruiting people for a game. Yesterday, we spoke a little French when we passed by each other and then he came up to Anonymous and me at the show last night, kissed us each on both cheeks and chatted with us a while. Before the day was over, I had a full blown crush. And dear Lord I can barely talk to the guy now!
But, of course, I won't do a damn thing. I get all nervous when I see him and I can't bring myself to walk up and talk to him no matter how many times Anonymous says so. The kid (he's 20, btw) even has a tattoo going down his spine: Carpe Diem. Of course.
Crap!! So earlier today Anonymous and I were talking about the French Cutie and I said he'd probably be off in another hotel if I ever came back to this one. She said no and that he'll probably still be working here. Fast forward to six hours later. The French Cutie and I are talking alone by the bar as I wait for Anonymous to return from her 50th trip to the ladies' room. Turns out it's his last night on the job because his three-month contract is up and the man is flying back to France in two days!! I didn't even have the guts to ask him for a picture. *Sigh* So kicking myself right now :(