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When I woke up I thought to myself that tonight I would be sleeping on my ultra-comfy Tempurpedic mattress, which would be a relief after sleeping 8 nights on this cement mattress. The mattress competition definitely goes to the Grand. Most people comment on how super comfortable the beds at the Grand are. While I know some people like a firmer bed, the bed at ERC goes waaaay beyond “firm.”
We got up and packed and went to the buffet for breakfast. While there were some things I liked about ERC (and I will list them at the end of this trip report), the breakfast buffet was not one of them.
We went out to the beach. We had to scrounge around to get towels. There were often times of the day that towels would be difficult to find and I guess early morning was one of them.
Chairs were plentiful. The ocean was beautiful. It was peaceful and I enjoyed some time in the water.
I think I look just like that James Bond babe in these photos. Who was that? Halle Barry I think. Okay, maybe not so much.
While we were sitting there I saw a group gather and walk out to the end of one of the piers. Then I saw them doing yoga poses and I realized this was the beach yoga class. It appeared peaceful and at the end everyone clapped. I don’t have to tell you the yoga tyrant did not lead that class.
We enjoyed our last couple hours on the beach and then headed back to our room to shower and dress for travel. We told the boys to be ready by noon for thebell-boy come get their bags. I don’t have to tell you they were not ready, do I?