TRAVEL THERE: ARRIVING IN PUNTA CANA
Punta Cana is one of those open air airports. It was lovely on the day we arrived, but I couldn’t help but wonder how miserable it might be if it was storming. You disembark onto the tarmac and ride a bus for such a short bit that you wonder why they bothered. Then you leave the bus and enter the palm-frond-covered terminal.
Happy to be There
Most everything in Punta Cana is palm-frond-covered, but the picture you see was not taken at the airport. That’s Club Med’s lobby and it was taken several days later. We did not arrive quite so happy and carefree, but we were happy to be on the ground again.
I was starving, because I had used up all the calories from my morning cookie a long time ago. I was also not too happy about the fact that somewhere during my sojourn with Spirit Airlines I had managed to get gum on the divided skirt I planned to wear several times during my Punta Cana stay. I had enjoyed better traveling experiences.
We shuffled along in the terminal, following the rest of the people from our plane. We waited for our luggage and then something odd happened. Remember those fees Bill doesn’t like to pay. Well, he’s not fond of tipping either, so I was surprised to discover that somehow we’d inherited a porter to push the luggage cart we’d wrangled on our own. That’s not our usual MO, but I’m not complaining.
Our porter ushered us through customs and hooked us up with a taxi. Most taxis in Punta Cana are white vans, not the yellow vehicles that usually come to mind. A short ride later and we were at Club Med.
They do things nicely at Club Med. We were helped from our vehicle and ushered over to a sofa. A smiling young lady offered us a cool cloth with which to wipe our face and hands. An inviting fruit drink waited on a nearby table. Our luggage was unloaded. We were ushered to a comfortable sofa to enjoy our beverage. I realized I could get used to this relaxation thing.
While we sipped our fruit drink, a dark-skinned gentleman with a sing-song voice chatted us up. He pointed one way to tell us about Samantha, Banana or Sama-something where we would have dinner. He pointed another way to tell us about Hispanola, which was closed. And then it sounded as if he was telling us there was an Indian restaurant on the beach where we could get snacks.
Snacks sounded good, but then a fresh-looking young lady came to show us our room – La Nina 662. Rain was in the forecast, but while it didn’t look as if that was possible, heavy humidity whispered that it wasn’t only possible, but probable. Our guide across the property was an Israeli, but her family lives in Canada. She’s an intern. We’d soon figure out that there were a lot of interns from all over the world.
Getting Settled In
Our Canadian/Israeli friend had no sooner shown us to our room, than a bellman arrived with our luggage. This was one of those situations in which a vacation can go awry. Damn the luggage, I was starving, but Bill wanted to rest a little. I’ve learned to let him settle in his way and there is no telling what that will be. Sometimes he’s ready to go exploring, but not this time, when I would have loved to find the first viable source of food and feed my face.
As he laid on the sofa playing his favorite game on his tablet, I used the time to get unpacked. That’s usually the first thing I want to do, but this time all I could think about was how hungry I was. Once everything was unpacked and organized in our room, I looked out the window and decided on a change of clothes before heading out. I wanted to get out of the gummed skirt and in the humid heat, even the short-sleeved top I was wearing felt like too much.
Bill was still playing his game, but I could wait no longer. I convinced him it was time to go find that Indian restaurant on the beach. Off we went! We tipped our sunhats to our friends at CTC Travel who had given us this great trip. Come back next week and let’s have snacks on the Beach.
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To get gum off of clothing pop it in the freezer and when it is solid it will peel off very easily!
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That’s what I did when I got home, but it didn’t help me at all in a hotel room in Punta Cana. It does work though.
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