We rode horses for the first time this afternoon! Anonymous's friend returned from la capital (she'll be staying with us for the rest of the trip) so she joined in, too. We rode by the beach for an hour and I have to say it was a lot easier than I thought it would be. I almost wish we rode faster, ducking underneath trees, jumping over the debris in the sand.
At one point, my horse stopped midway across a stream and refused to go any farther. So there we were - my 13-year-old guide and I - stuck in the water until the poor boy had to dismount and pull the horse to shore.
But other than that I was a pro. So obviously I've decided that one day I'll buy a horse. NYC would be so better if we went back to those days anyway. Plus, they're way greener than any car could be! P.S. Don't we look like we jumped straight out of a telenovela?
Chilling poolside was "eh" compared to the first two days, but it was sweet nonetheless. The French Cutie wasn't around anymore to tie my stomach up in knots so I enjoyed the day minus the eye candy. I was still kicking myself for not making a single move on the guy. No picture, no contact info, no nothing. What a fool.
Note: This is my first crush since the break up. In the past year I haven't let myself like anyone else even from afar. This came as a total unexpected "whoosh!!" and you know what? It was nice to know that the butterflies in my stomach can still flutter up a storm.
Tonight we're supposed to go to Cocobongo with some of the animators and other guests after their karaoke show. Should be interesting.
He showed up!! I was standing alone at the bar (looking pretty damn good, I think) across from where Anonymous and her friend were standing. Next thing I know he's walking up to me and we're giving each other two-cheek kisses. Aaah, the French. My face lit up when I saw him. I asked how his going-away party went last night (he had a great time), if he got drunk (he did) and what he did today. Now I wish I was a psychotic person and recorded his voice because his accent was so cute. Then again, I've always had a thing for sexy European accents. He understands English and Spanish, but when he doesn't he gets this look on his face and leans in so he can catch it the next time around. He'll use hand gestures and signs to bring his broken-English point across. So "sleep" was accompanied by two hands underneath his cheek.
At some point, I glanced over at Anonymous to catch her attention. First thing she says is "Picture!" So she came over and we took a couple shots with the guy. And according to her, I had the cheesiest smile on my face. Can you blame me?
I should've risked humiliation and asked for his contact info, but I was too nervous and too shy. He goes back to France tomorrow and that will be that.
At one point, my horse stopped midway across a stream and refused to go any farther. So there we were - my 13-year-old guide and I - stuck in the water until the poor boy had to dismount and pull the horse to shore.
But other than that I was a pro. So obviously I've decided that one day I'll buy a horse. NYC would be so better if we went back to those days anyway. Plus, they're way greener than any car could be! P.S. Don't we look like we jumped straight out of a telenovela?Chilling poolside was "eh" compared to the first two days, but it was sweet nonetheless. The French Cutie wasn't around anymore to tie my stomach up in knots so I enjoyed the day minus the eye candy. I was still kicking myself for not making a single move on the guy. No picture, no contact info, no nothing. What a fool. Note: This is my first crush since the break up. In the past year I haven't let myself like anyone else even from afar. This came as a total unexpected "whoosh!!" and you know what? It was nice to know that the butterflies in my stomach can still flutter up a storm.
Tonight we're supposed to go to Cocobongo with some of the animators and other guests after their karaoke show. Should be interesting.He showed up!! I was standing alone at the bar (looking pretty damn good, I think) across from where Anonymous and her friend were standing. Next thing I know he's walking up to me and we're giving each other two-cheek kisses. Aaah, the French. My face lit up when I saw him. I asked how his going-away party went last night (he had a great time), if he got drunk (he did) and what he did today. Now I wish I was a psychotic person and recorded his voice because his accent was so cute. Then again, I've always had a thing for sexy European accents. He understands English and Spanish, but when he doesn't he gets this look on his face and leans in so he can catch it the next time around. He'll use hand gestures and signs to bring his broken-English point across. So "sleep" was accompanied by two hands underneath his cheek.At some point, I glanced over at Anonymous to catch her attention. First thing she says is "Picture!" So she came over and we took a couple shots with the guy. And according to her, I had the cheesiest smile on my face. Can you blame me?
I should've risked humiliation and asked for his contact info, but I was too nervous and too shy. He goes back to France tomorrow and that will be that.