Scenes from Saturday + Stay Cool in the Pool

We are trying something different. We are doing nothing. Typically our vacations often end up with an itinerary longer than the menu at a Cheesecake Factory. Not this time.

We made a conscious decision to find a place to just chill and truly take a break. Our itinerary did not need to be extensively researched nor be jam packed. There would be no pressure to be efficient or fulfill a sightseeing checklist. The only imperative would be to go somewhere new and just hang out.

You only get so many summers with your kids. We can see the finish line with Cecilia, so we took away Michelle’s laptop, took away the power tools, took away the washing machine, and headed to the Dominican Republic for a land cruise and hang out at a resort for a few days.

That’s it. Get up. Go to the buffet. Go the pool. Go to the beach. Read a book. Call it a day. A successful day.

Unfortunately, doing nothing involved getting up at 2 a.m. and surviving the crush of early morning flights at Logan airport.

We made it to the gate and the girls kept their Duolingo Spanish streaks alive. We did promise a trip to a Spanish speaking country when they both hit 500 days. We are a bit early. I’m not sure if they are going to count this trip. Probably not.

Somehow, we’ve never flown JetBlue. I have to say it was actually a pleasant experience (judged on the scale of typical airline travel). I think it’s the first time I’ve ever flown in coach where my knees didn’t touch the seat in front of me. And the free WiFi actually worked without a hitch.

Check-in lounge. I think I could get used to this resort vacation lifestyle.

Slightly different vibe than the beaches on the Cape.

Allison says she likes being able to see if a shark is going to eat her in this ocean.

There was a lot of online chatter about the ‘seaweed’ issue on the beaches. Clearly, these people have never swam in the north Atlantic. I’ll take this amount of kelp any time.

No seaweed issues with the pools. All the water was set to ‘mild boil.’ The girls call it Grammy temperature, only seen on the Cape deep into August after a heatwave.

You really haven’t vacationed until you’ve heard the Latin Tenors do O Solo Mio poolside with a Spanish inflection.

The early wake up call started to get on top of us by dinner.

She did perk up after a visit to the dessert buffet.

Cecilia was horrified that we’d get a reputation for going back for thirds. I assured her that thirds was nothing at a resort buffet.

I was a little worried that the rather surreal Disney tribute show was going to give Ally nightmares.

We made it to sundown and the fire pits and then called it a night.

Have a great Sunday! I’ve got to get back to doing nothing.

MIKE'S WINDOW

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