making every moment count!

"If I keel over at work drag my body to The Beach!"

As this story draws closer to the end, I find myself wanting to delay the inevitable. As goofy as it sounds, I have so enjoyed retelling, thus reliving, this larger than life adventure. Since this BLOG was first initiated, we have quite a following. Apparently, some Group Therapy enthusiasts from Russia, Germany, Mexico and of course, the U.S. have joined our little tale via the world wide web  .  .  .  too funny indeed! Please consider posting a comment below. I know I speak for the girls when I say, we would absolutely LOVE to hear from you, wherever you are reading from  .  .  .  

So, here we are, our last afternoon is winding down. And all we have planned this evening is to join the weekly BBQ at one of the other resort pools. Our favorite waiter Roberto, from day 2, talked us into buying tickets. All you can eat and drink from whatever they were serving. As you may remember, we had taken it easy all day long, knowing that we didn't want our last day to be a blur. We told our story to a few more folks by the pool (adult only pool) and learned that another couple had also booked their tickets to San Jose California instead of San Jose del Cabo. (Aha, not the only one after all!) After indulging in one more Happy Hour by this pool, we decided it was time to gather all of our gear and head back to room 2053 to get dressed up one last time. Charlotte bought a new dress at one of the resort boutiques, I (Carrie) bought new earrings and Samantha brought a new dress from home that she hadn't worn out yet. We would pack a little, get "dolled up" and head to the party.  But not before we sat for one last time on our veranda to soak up this magnificent view. 

Signature shoes: Charlotte, Carrie & Samantha respectively 

Still sunburn from day 2, we took our time getting ready. Regretfully, we realized that there were several events or "planned happenings" that we hadn't taken advantage of since our arrival. For the first time, we were wishing we had that day back that we forfeited due to the rookie travel agent mistake. (If you are new to the BLOG, you must go back to the beginning to fully understand and appreciate where we are right now.) There were nightly events we had missed, happy hours we had not known about (I know that sounds ridiculous; us, miss out on an alcohol opportunity  .  .  .  last DISCLAIMER pause), areas within the resort we hadn't seen. As we were getting ready to call for transportation to the BBQ we decided this would not be our last trip to the beautiful Pueblo Bonita, Sunset Beach Resort. With that, we resigned ourselves to enjoy this last night in paradise!

Transportation, Pueblo Bonita~Sunset Beach style

This would be our last evening ride around the resort. Oh, and I almost forgot, dear sweet Anne decided to stay back at the room and pack so we would have less to do when we returned. What a lifesaver! Later, she would actually join us in the hot tub one last time. But that will be another post  .  .  .

Captured earlier in the day .  .  .  could be a postcard!

To be continued  .  .  .