Punta Cana...
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Originally uploaded by drugstore_cowgirl. ...simply just blew me out of the water. I think we all had a blast, and that is saying the least. I also have an insane tan on my face especially around my eyes and sunglasses area, making me look like a reverse Hamburglar. Some memories of the trip:
- getting attacked by luggage personnel at Punta Cana airport who wanted tips
- the animation team (we checked out the neighboring resorts, and their guys don't compare to ours)
- the foooooooooood (breakfast buffets, snack bars, dinner buffets - surprisingly, the a la carte food wasn't all that)
- live shows at the Bolero
- the Monster Truck Safari excursion (tropical fruits, raining at the ranch, cockfights, yummy Dominican desserts, seeing Haitian workers - it's really so difficult to look them in the eye)
- the BEACH.... oh my, the beach... I almost teared up when I saw the first little bit of greenish blue while walking on the boardwalk
- our pool (playing volleyball, watching water polo games, the 'crazy water games', floating on my plastic raft)
- the other pool (at Riu Palace - gorgeous with an insanely elitist atmosphere, where we had an interesting experience - had to lie and say we were from another 5-star resort to get drinks)
- that other pool (at Riu Taino - the resort that we were actually allowed to share amenities with - we hit up their swim-up bar like no other)
- my tan (peeling shoulders, peeling chest, peeling scalp, but successful tan in general)
- the flea markets on the far end of the beach ($85 for a necklace that you could get at Claire's for $5?)
- getting drunk every single day (Pina Coladas, Rum and Cokes, Rum and 7-Ups, Mojitos, Bahama Mamas, Presidente beer, and many Red Label whiskey shots on the last day)
- Matt and Antonio getting hit on at the blackjack table by 2 British chicks while I was playing video poker and getting invited to the Pacha club (worst club ever)
- the awesome resort staff
- watching Heroes reruns in the hotel room and not understanding what Hiro and Ando said because there were no English subtitles
- walking along the beach at night with Matt, and coming across this guy who just divorced his wife on their honeymoon - he wanted us to not hold hands while we walked by her and wanted me to console her, but we just walked by - later we saw him talking to her again, and listened to her bawling and shrieking - it was quite painful and sort of surreal)
- the yellow beach towels
- the guys talking about Lemonginas (don't ask)
- nicknames for everyone
- the abundance of French, German, and Caucasian tourists, and painfully obvious lack of Asian tourists
- the white ice cream incident, the yellow ice cream incident, and the pink ice cream incident
- and everyone resting and sleeping on the beach on the last day under a palm tree