In the wee hours of Monday morning, I woke up breathing fire. I peeled myself out of bed to take heart burn meds and drink some Alka Seltzer. Propping up my pillows, I slept the rest of the night in a semi-seated position.
In the waking hours of the morning, between the lingering hearburn, upset stomach from too many carbs, and disappointing dives, I decided to opt out of the day of diving.
Instead I was able to enjoy the free breakfast that The Bungalows offers. When I walked into the restaurant, Dave from the day before was there, and offered me a seat with him. There were some friendly worldly travelers at the table across from us, and as Dave had taken his fair share of trips abroad, the three of them compared travel notes, and I listened in awe as I imagined camping in Africa with a growling lion outside of my tent.
The breakfast of the day was banana pancakes, and I had flashbacks to our first time in Belize, where it was our breakfast jam at Rico’s.
After breakfast I suited up and tried to enjoy some pool time. But I was antsy and it was only 10:30 am and I wasn’t feeling it. The water pressure in our room dropped again, which happened in the beginning of the trip as well. They fixed it right away. And then the toilet stopped working. The maintenance guy had to come fix the pump.
At some point I exchanged pool time for hammock time. I was there pretty much until Curtis and Kristen returned from the dive.
Since I was feeling better by the afternoon, I was slightly disappointed that I didn’t go on the dive. The water was a bit clearer and they were able to dive the local marine park. There were more sea lions and a school of cownose rays. And they heard whales. Also, it was just the two of them, and they dove with Juan, who I referred to as Dreamy Jonny when we arrived because he was cute and reminded me of Divemaster Jon from Grand Cayman, who we all referred to as Dreamy Jonny. And then it turns out his name is Juan! Dreamy Juanny! It doesn’t get more perfect than that.
For lunch Kristen and I ventured out and went to a country bar called Caboys. We had tacos. Kristen ordered fish. Not wanting to be a copy cat I asked the waiter what he recommended. He said steak. Clearly I didn’t learn my lesson from two days ago when I said I was never. ordering. steak. again. It was okay, but there were at least 4 grizzly bits I had to pick out of my mouth. The tacos were a perfect light lunch though, and I was glad we went.
After lunch we enjoyed some gelato, had a guy proposition us to buy cocaine (twice?), and got harassed by storekeepers. We did not enter stores or buy coke, and returned home for some downtime before dinner.
We decided to give InVita Bistro a try for dinner. We had kicked around the idea of giving Italian fare a try, and Dave had highly recommended it.
I ordered the red snapper special. It came smothered in garlic and butter, with two shrimps, and a side of pesto linguini. Definitely the best meal of the trip thus far. I also ordered a cannoli and cafe latte for dessert. I was gearing up to take a photo, but Curtis’s creme brulee was on fire and it distracted me and I forgot to take a picture of my own dessert.
We were pretty beat after dinner, so we headed back to the hotel to chillax before bed.