Day 2: Breakfast & Beach

I said I would spend this vacation eating breakfast and lounging at the beach—so far, so good. On day two, I woke up around six a.m. and went to breakfast at seven, catching some golden rays en route. The buffet is the the most epic of all the hotel breakfasts I’ve experienced, and that’s really saying something. Though the number of times people ask you if you need something is a bit off-putting—I don’t know how the wealthy can stand it. :P

After digesting, I read by the beach in a more secluded, non-pool spot, then went for my surf lesson at noon in the shallow water just below where the hotel is perched. It was just me and another younger woman and the Australian instructor who was maybe racist? Other than that, the lesson was a fun one; I somehow managed to stand up every time, and catch every wave, though on the bigger ones when I attempted to turn more, I tumbled off quickly.

The afternoon brought more book time by the pool, though it was somewhat difficult to concentrate thanks to the argumentative British man and his girlfriend sitting on the lounge chairs nearby. He was angry about someone not taking his advice on house purchasing. “And I know my properties!” he kept insisting, sounding like Jamie from Ted Lasso.

By six p.m., I wanted to collapse, but I forced myself to eat yellow lentil dahl in my little garden before watching the K-drama of the moment and passing out.