Monday, June 13, 2011
When we arrived, the lobby was crowded and there was a pre-registration line (they gave you a number, like at the meat counter). Somehow, when I saw all those people my mood plummeted and all my negative ideas about resorts came rushing in (so much for an open mind). We had to wait more than an hour. I tried to shake my mean mood, but I felt miserable. How was I going to handle lining up with all these people for the next three days? I knew I was being awful and petty, but I couldn't stop; I think the reality of the all-inclusive was hitting me a little hard. When we finally got into our ground level (basically basement) room (this did not cheer me up) I knew needed to do something or I was going to poison my kid's holiday. I grabbed my runners and ipod and ran the curmudgeon out of my system. Running relaxes me and honestly, once I got out on my own, I couldn't help but notice how pretty the place was.
I have to admit that I didn't really like the food. It was all that kind of chicken fingerish, generic, industrial kitchen, kind of food. I understand that there probably is no other way to feed that many people. I am not very tempted by food prepared by people in surgical masks and plastic aprons. Although I'm sure it's all very sanitary, I do not equate hairnets with yummy. But there was always fresh fruit so I didn't complain (too much).
It was fine for three days, but not not my favourite beach trip. My kids might tell you different though, they really liked it.