Louie helped each of the family out of the van, and directed them to the entrance to the infamous beach..
The Family followed the sandy, but shaded path past little palm-shaded huts, and little shops and took in the sights and sounds. In the distance, they heard the sound of surf crashing on the shore, and the wind rustling through the palm trees. Delicious scents wafted through the air, a gentle mix of barbeque, coconut oil and flowers...
Before long, the path spilled out onto the soft white sandy beach dotted with royal blue umbrellas and comfortable lounge chairs. Almost immediately, someone came over to aid the Family in finding a place to put their belongings, and offer shade from the strong tropical sunlight. A bronzed waiter asked, with a heavy french accent, if he could get them something cool to drink...
Once settled, the Family found simple pleasures to do - some swam in the clear blue waters, some sunned, and some (and I'm not naming names), went people watching....The Queen, took to sailing on a catamaran with a beautiful bronzed french instructor. Her rusty sailing abilities quickly returned once the seaspray and the wind hit her face. In french, they chatted lighted, and she enjoyed the pull of the wind and the sights from (the sailboat) and the sea...
3 comments:
What happened to "further down,the nude beaches" ? LOL
Vince
A beautiful bronzed french instructor, ohh la la!
vince - that is something you will have to ask the menfolk. some of the "naturalists" did come swinging our way (in more ways than one), and that was more than enough culture for me - i had better things to do with my bronzed instructor....
mara - ooh, la la...was right.
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