TRAVEL THERE: CAN I PLEASE EAT?
There was no Indian restaurant on the beach. It was a beach bar named Indigo. We found our way back to the reception area and got directions to the nearest place to get food at that moment in time, which was the Indigo.
The Indigo Beach Bar and Grill is an open-aired restaurant, right on the beach. Initially the charm of it was lost on me, because I was starving. We were seated and handed some menus. Speed was not of the essence to them, but my blood sugar had hit rock bottom.
They wanted a drink order. I remembered all drinks were included, which brought a smile. I ordered a margarita on the rocks with salt. The waiter wandered off, so we could peruse the menu. The margarita returned and it wasn’t exactly as I imagined it would be. There would be no cigars, because it wasn’t even close. Scratch margaritas off my drink list. We gave them our food order – hamburgers. The waiter wandered off and I realized if I didn’t get some food soon I was going to start chewing on the palm-frond roof.
I gazed around the restaurant, thinking I might spy some crackers or a basket of bread, but to my relief there was buffet of sorts. It was a salad bar and had a few other edibles. The salad wasn’t all that fresh, but it would have to do. FOOD!
It wasn’t all that long until the burgers arrived. I inhaled that as quickly as I had the salad. I was ready to figure out where we were and what we were supposed to be doing. As the calories from lunch began to connect with my brain, I decided to check into the Club Med Punta Cana app and see if I could figure out what was going on. After all, the welcome crew had told me there would be an orientation tour at 3. I just had to find out where that would be.
Then Everything Changes
This is about the time it started raining. Said orientation tour was not on the app. Bill has his quirks. I have mine. One of mine reared its ugly head. I obsessively need to know my way around and I want to know what’s happening. Bill is much more laid back about that sort of thing than me, willing to wander about aimlessly, not wondering if he’s missing the best activity or not.
After 24 years, Bill and I are getting better at this traveling stuff. I had allowed him to play computer games on the sofa, even though I was starving and he followed me around the grounds to get my bearings, even though I was behaving like a chicken with my head cut off. Isn’t marriage wonderful?
We’re about to take ourselves on an improptu, self-led tour of the grounds. Come back next week and join us as we get our bearings for the coming days.