Beach day:
Cynthia is convinced we are going to "mandalay bay" instead of mondello beach. After correcting her a million times, it still has not registered and see continued to call it mandalay bay all day long ( which is a Las Vegas hotel...close enough, right?).
We cheerfully go downstairs to ask the concierge for a taxi. She respectfully refused and told us a bus would be cheaper.
Too intimidated to try the bus system out, we stood there staring at her for a minute but she did not seem Iike she wanted to help...off we go to find a bus.
We stopped at a pharmacy to get sunscreen...I insisted n the spray, Cynthia insisted it causes cancer and got the cream (for 20 euro...worth it?....no.) After 20 minutes, we still have yet to find a bus or kiosk for the tickets...we back track.
We demand a taxi at the hotel. And she listened. And we met Vito, our driver. We finally get to MONDELLO beach (still Mandalay in CC's eyes) and it is breathtaking. The clear water and white sands and surrounding mountains are majestic. Is this going to be a good day? I hoped so...
We walk for a bit on the beach and are in absolute love. We decide we need lunch because again we have not eaten. We get grilled paninis and are happy.
We go to lay out and find no chairs or towels. CC lays on her clothes while I, who decided to barely wear clothes long enough lay on, situate myself in the sand. New it's time to apply the sunscreen which better be worth it.
As I start to apply the sunscreen to my shoulder, it feels like I am applying butt paste. Very thick butt paste. What is this stuff? It is peeling off of my skin. CC seems to be having no problems with it and is sand free as I lay there with sand in crevices I never thought imaginable and little bits of sun screen speckled across my body. At least the weather was nice.
We did make a buddy who we clearly laid too close to and we could tell since speedos do not cover enough.... Is this our life?!
The sun was setting and we were getting cold. We decided to go get food at 6 pm....we should have known. NOTHING was open! The restaurants all looked amazing and not a single one was open. We settled on gelato for dinner and then had 2 hours to kill before the taxi came back for us. We then went to a coffee bar in hopes to find food.
We found food. Cold rice with cut up hot dog bits counts as food, right? Oi vei.
Cynthia is convinced we are going to "mandalay bay" instead of mondello beach. After correcting her a million times, it still has not registered and see continued to call it mandalay bay all day long ( which is a Las Vegas hotel...close enough, right?).
We cheerfully go downstairs to ask the concierge for a taxi. She respectfully refused and told us a bus would be cheaper.
Too intimidated to try the bus system out, we stood there staring at her for a minute but she did not seem Iike she wanted to help...off we go to find a bus.
We stopped at a pharmacy to get sunscreen...I insisted n the spray, Cynthia insisted it causes cancer and got the cream (for 20 euro...worth it?....no.) After 20 minutes, we still have yet to find a bus or kiosk for the tickets...we back track.
We demand a taxi at the hotel. And she listened. And we met Vito, our driver. We finally get to MONDELLO beach (still Mandalay in CC's eyes) and it is breathtaking. The clear water and white sands and surrounding mountains are majestic. Is this going to be a good day? I hoped so...
We walk for a bit on the beach and are in absolute love. We decide we need lunch because again we have not eaten. We get grilled paninis and are happy.
We go to lay out and find no chairs or towels. CC lays on her clothes while I, who decided to barely wear clothes long enough lay on, situate myself in the sand. New it's time to apply the sunscreen which better be worth it.
As I start to apply the sunscreen to my shoulder, it feels like I am applying butt paste. Very thick butt paste. What is this stuff? It is peeling off of my skin. CC seems to be having no problems with it and is sand free as I lay there with sand in crevices I never thought imaginable and little bits of sun screen speckled across my body. At least the weather was nice.
We did make a buddy who we clearly laid too close to and we could tell since speedos do not cover enough.... Is this our life?!
The sun was setting and we were getting cold. We decided to go get food at 6 pm....we should have known. NOTHING was open! The restaurants all looked amazing and not a single one was open. We settled on gelato for dinner and then had 2 hours to kill before the taxi came back for us. We then went to a coffee bar in hopes to find food.
We found food. Cold rice with cut up hot dog bits counts as food, right? Oi vei.
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