Donkeys and Amigos

By far, it was the laziest vacation ever taken. Our trip to the Sanctuary in Cap Cana, Dominican Republic, rendered me as peaceful as I have been since the disruption that occurred when learning the stork would not actually bring my first child eleven years ago.

We intentionally chose a resort with a laidback atmosphere and non-existent party scene. Disco queens in gold lame tube tops dancing around gold-chained fellows without rhythm did not seem relaxing to me. Funny and worthy of blog material, but not the tranquility I was seeking.

(Can you tell that yours truly is forty? Just so you know – I KILLED it playing bingo. I also came close to playing shuffleboard, but left my dark socks at home, making participation impossible. It was for the best, as the bursitis in my shoulder would have produced a sub-standard performance. )

During the five-night trip, my intentions were to rest, read and eat, all while laying in a lounge chair.

My husband’s objectives were a little different. For instance, he chose to exercise in the work out room every day, while I exercised my right to lay in a beach cabana.



He sought out fishing partners, hoping to catch an exotic fish passing by, while I sought out chair cushions, hoping to catch the eye of a waiter passing by.



He deliberated over Spanish phrases to use with the Non-English speaking staff, while I deliberated over the best horizontal position that would still allow me to eat.

(As a side note, my good intentioned husband accidentally called the man below a donkey. Because the Dominican Republic are a good people, and are very forgiving of the silly Americans, Raul ended up loving my husband despite language inadequacies.They are BAF - best amigos forever.)



Regardless of our different approaches, a good time was had by all. We arrived safely home to the family who brings us so much joy.

However, it has been difficult to embrace the upright position.