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You haven’t heard from me in a couple of weeks because I was at the Grand last weekend. It was a short, solo trip. It was awesome, and you will certainly be reading about it in the future.
I wake up early, and just think about things until my alarm goes off. Zung gets up and takes some final Zungrise pictures and then goes and gets chairs. He doesn’t really need to, but is in the habit.
Sadly, that palm tree on the left of this picture has died. Someone said it was because of the seaweed that was dumped at the base of it. Unfortunately, right now, as I write this, it is just a dead palm tree in the view. But, back in January, when this picture was taken, it was still alive.
It is Azael’s day off, so we ask for Angel at breakfast.
Angel is a wonderful waiter who always takes good care of us. I am currently helping him raise money so his mother can get the bilateral hip surgery she needs, as she is currently unable to walk right now. I saw Angel last week when I was at the Grand. He expressed deep gratitude for my help and all the people who had donated to the Go Fund Me account I started for him. He said it has been difficult to ask for this kind of help because he is a very private person. I originally just posted this on the Facebook Grand group page, but decided to post it here, in case any of you are inclined to donate. Any amount helps. Thanks.
Back to your regularly scheduled blog. I have a poor appetite. I have tea, and skip the mimosa.
Zung has his usual breakfast. I may have eaten something and just forgotten to take a picture of it.
I go and say goodbye to Olivia. We go back to the room and get ready for the beach, where we stay until almost noon. While it is sunny, it is also very windy. My stomach is feeling better, so I have a mimosa, then a mango mimosa.
Too soon it is time to go back to the room and finish packing and dress to leave for the airport.
I never get tired of this view.
This is a pretty good view also.
We shower and pack.There is a loud noise in that anteroom. It stops when the lights go off. When the lights go back on the noise comes back. It is really loud. The bellboy is not there at the appointed time of 1:05 so Zung calls them, and I go to LasBrisa and order.
Angel is our requested waiter again. He’s very nice and always takes good care of us.
Last vacation lunch drinks.
Sea bass is the fish of the day. I don’t like it very much. I eat some of it and then go check buffet. There is nothing there I like much so I get some salami and some of the iberico ham, which is kind of like prosciutto. I take some of the little rolls and make little sandwiches. That hits the spot. The french fries are good.
It’s funny how the waiters always want me to check my fries and see if they are hot enough.
I get a call from our transportation. He has arrived an hour early. I am not rushing through our last lunch because I asked for them to come an hour later, so he just has to wait.
The sad walk.
We walk to the lobby, pay our spa bill, and give the front desk and bellboys each a box of the candy we have brought for gifts. I leave Rafael his box with the front desk.
There has been a shooting at a Florida airport. Just what you want to hear before you go to a crowded airport.
We check in with Southwest. Go through security. Terminal two is so chaotic. We go to Bubba Gumps. I ask for some Havana Club Siete. She says they don’t have it. I ask what rums they do have? Bacardi. Gag. What else? She goes and gets the list. There’s HC7. I ask for it with coke. Together, she asks. That’s how it’s usually made. I’m wondering if I have stepped into an alternate reality.
Toto, we’re not at the Grand anymore.
Zung had said he didn’t think we needed to eat, but he looks at menu and is hungry right away.
I, on the other hand, am really not hungry. I sip on my drink, and keep looking at the menu. I finally settle on fried chicken sandwich. The chicken is pretty good, but the fries are nowhere near as good as the fries at the Grand. Toto…oh, never mind.
Just for the record, the glass in the picture is a water glass, not an empty rum and coke glass.
Zung has some creamy, shrimp dish.
We finish and our gate is finally assigned.
We board, find seats. There are little kids behind us. They keep playing with the tray table and overall are just very rowdy. I think this is going to be a very long flight. However, after takeoff they settle down, and are quiet for most part for the rest of the flight.
We land and go through the whole Immigration and Customs thing. This has really been streamlined because you check in at a kiosk with your passport, get a receipt with you name and picture on it, check in with the Immigration dude who always asks if you brought in any alcohol. It’s been pretty quick since they’ve done this. We get our bags and are through Customs even more quickly.
Until next time readers. That should be next week.
I do want to ask you to take a look at my daughter’s blog again. She wrote another very inspirational blog. I have to admit, I didn’t know she had this incredible talent in her. The name of the post is, “Tomorrow Isn’t a Promise.”
I have also started a second blog. It is a blog about breastfeeding. If you are breastfeeding, know someone who is breastfeeding, or pregnant, or if you are just curious, please take a look. I am trying to build content and readers.
As always, thanks for reading!