had put the half finished tea on the bedside table, but awoke with a chocolate melted to my cheek and the T.V still on.
I have a long shower and muse over my plan for today, I could call Blair, but I don’t want to come across as needy and as much as we had a blast yesterday, this is her 2 honeymoon so I’m sure she won’t want me hanging around her constantly like a lost puppy.
I could check out some of the other activities they offer, I massively pigged out yesterday so I could do with doing something active, especially if Carlos does come back early; I would be mortified if I couldn’t get into the corset I bought by the time he returns.
Already dreading physically exerting myself, I mentally argue that it will be slightly cooler in the afternoon, so really I should relax poolside this morning, maybe go for a leisurely swim to ease myself into the idea of exercise, then see what I can join in on later.
Mind made up I finish my shower, taking the time to cleanse and moisturise my face and body, leaving my skin supple and glittering and even make the effort to style my hair; I allow it to be its naturally wavy self, blow drying it, but using the brush only minimally. Once it’s dry I smooth in some shine spray to make it look glossy and somewhat more controlled, then leave it to do it’s own thing.
It’s amazing how much I don’t mind preening myself, when I’m not rushing to get up early and get to work on time.
Throwing on a one piece swimsuit today, the sides are cut out leaving only a strip down the middle, it’s navy blue with tiny red hearts dotted about, it’s new (as is almost everything I have with me) but judging my appearance in the full length mirror, I’m relatively happy with it.
Adding a white sarong with tiny pearls marking out swirly patterns in the material, and I’m ready to go.
I resist the urge to eat everything at the breakfast bar, telling myself an apple will sufficiently quench my hunger and peruse the activity poster in the bar quickly to distract from the temptation of a room full of food. There is a two hour bike ride from three this afternoon, it goes up into the hills surrounding the resort which sounds strenuous, but it claims to only require a medium fitness level, so I will give it a go. I sign up at the lobby, stopping to pass the time of day with Mari, who is becoming increasingly curious about my relationship with the apparently infamous Carlos. She tells me that he has never spent more than one night with a girl that she knows of, his family believing that he would never settle down, until I came along. I am shocked to hear that everyone seems to know so much about it, but I guess if you live and work at your parents hotel, not much is going to get passed them.
I flush pink, suddenly worried about just how much they do know about our times together!?
I try to sound casual about it to Mari, not wanting to give away any further details, but desperate to hear more about the insight she has into my mysterious Carlos.
It is a fruitless endeavour, her not willingly forthcoming with anything else and me not wanting to give anything away by questioning her; I give in for now and head to the pool.
I arrive just as a couple are leaving two of the prime location sun loungers; whipping a towel off the stand, I sprint to one before it is snatched up by someone else. Laying out on the lounger I eat my apple, I’m bored, as much as I enjoy sunbathing, it loses a certain something when you aren’t surrounded by friends; I’m all dressed up with no one to lounge with.
I start fiddling with the pearls on my sarong, it’s not really entertaining, but it gives my hands something to do. This is Karma punishing me for being lazy and not going on the bike ride this morning, damn Karma.
I get up frustrated, leaving my towel and flip flops to reserve my seat and head to the bar; I can’t get wasted, but a cheeky Strawberry Daiquiri never did anyone any harm.
It is presented by the barman, as what is essentially, a strawberry slushy with a dash of rum, I’ve had a