Cheers from the shores of paradise, where every day is an adventure and every meal a culinary rollercoaster!
As our last day in beach paradise dawned, I decided it was time to conquer the waves on a paddleboard. Little did I know that our resort's newest guests, two French ladies with two children in tow, had claimed possession of both paddleboards for half the day. Eventually, I managed to snag one and bravely ventured into the water. In my mind, I envisioned gracefully gliding onto the board, riding the waves with elegance. In reality, Scott had to hold the board steady in knee-high water while I clumsily clambered aboard, opting for a seated paddle instead of the more daring standing stance. Hey, safety first, right?
For lunch, I indulged in a three-cheese pizza extravaganza, featuring mozzarella (check), cheddar (check), and feta (check, just look at the picture). And let's not forget the New York cheesecake for dessert – because who can resist a slice of creamy decadence? In orange color.
As dusk settled, we decided to venture to the neighboring resort for dinner. The menu looked promising, the ambiance was romantic, and the beachfront tables exuded charm – much to the delight of the local mosquito population, it seems. Opting for what seemed like the pinnacle of fine dining, we ordered scallops in wine cream sauce, shrimp summer rolls, chicken cordon bleu, and beef steak. The scallops that arrived were so tiny they could fit on the tip of your thumb, and the wine in the sauce seemed to have gone on a holiday of its own, replaced by a generous helping of butter. The salad consisted of steamed vegetables, and while the steak and chicken were flavorful, the highlight of the evening was undoubtedly the echo chamber of the restaurant, where every word reverberated threefold.
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