Monday, April 25, 2011

Blue rainbow

This post is hardly concerned with either running or food, and should be read, for deepest understanding, whilst basking in the sunshine, sprawled along the length of a beach chaise as white as the sand beneath it, adjusted to the inclined position. Stir the ice cubes in your glass with your straw, tip the waiter a peso, and feel the rays on your vitamin D deficient skin.




~ Much too hot to twist by this pool ~

The problem that gripped us each and every day, one which we considered thoughtfully, stepping out into the warm sunlight for all-you-can-eat breakfast that at times consisted, depending on the day, of mushroom omelettes, french toast, paper-thin crepes with chocolate sauce, and always cappuccino and fresh chunks of pineapple and papaya, was whether we should begin the day's romance with the hot, Cuban sun at the beach, where our senses could feast on the rolling turquoise surf, or poolside, just paces from the 24-hour bar.




Sea & sky :: chairs & sand

Once the grounds were decided upon by the both of us, the day's schedule naturally fell into place, and our leisurely activities, which relied heavily on, and often comprised solely of, the consumption of that Cuban resort gift of the gods, alcohol, served either as a mild but delightfully refreshing draft beer similar in color to Keith's, or as that sugarcane firewater, rum, in its many varieties and strengths, and a key component to many a vividly-tinted and intoxicating cocktail.



~ It's a bird! It's a plane! It's blue rainbows! ~
Grenadine, OJ and blue curacao w/ rum.

More holiday posts to follow.

1 comment:

cs said...

And here I was worrying that ITBS had cloistered you. Sunny vacation is a much more pleasant thing!