Intercontinental volleyball and our final day at DreamsJul 13, 2010
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The friendly staff at the Dreams bar
One for the road
Taking in the Punta Cana's warm night air for the last time
| The bachata lesson today was simply stunning. There was this one kid out there who has easily having the most fun I have seen a person have in a long time. It was evident that he had some sort of mental disability but this did not stop him from tearing it up. Helma and I watched in awe as he twirled and stepped with no sense of timing but every ounce of personal style he could muster. I was won over immediately. Later we ran into our friends from the Japanese restaurant and organized a game of pool volleyball. I regret to say that Helma’s team dominated mine 3 games to 1, but I was ecstatic with the Gaylord Fockeresque spikes that I rained down on the other team. One of them was powerful enough to prompt Helma to scream, “You motherf*cker!” I beamed with satisfaction. After realizing that our skin was now completely void of moisture thanks to the overwhelming chlorine content of the pool water, we headed inside and got ready for our final dinner(s). First stop, Chinese. We had heard mixed reviews of the Chinese restaurant, but ultimately thought, “How can you screw up Chinese, right?” and ventured inside. The answer to that question came in the form of a thick red sauce in which everything was doused. I picked at my food like a 4 year old and didn’t eat much. Soooooo, we went downstairs to the Mexican place and ordered another dinner. This one was a winner – fillet of beef in a mushroom sauce with broccoli, potatoes and carrots. I cleaned my plate thoroughly with the exception of the carrots (which I hate thanks to childhood trauma relating to the threat of having to re-consume cooked carrots I had forcibly vomited onto the floor). We got dessert to go and headed back to the room to pack it up. Dreams Punta Cana, it’s been real. |
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