So we’re at the poolside bar, and we’re ordering another round of Piña Coladas from Jan the Bartender, whom we had already heard of prior to our trip via some glowing user comments at Casa Marina’s listing onTripAdvisor.com (good site … which reminds me, I need to write a review over there), and we strike up a conversation with her about this fact, and she introduces us to the bar manager, Will, and before you know it, we’re all like old friends, and, my, it’s so easy to be nice when you’re on a stress-free vacation and the people you’re talking to get paid to be nice to you.
But anyway, they actually proved that they were genuinely nice, because, when we finished lounging on the beach the following day and arrived back at our room, lo and behold, we found a bottle of champagne in an ice-filled bucket and a plate of chocolate-covered strawberries, which I think I’ve only ever eaten on two previous occasions: the first night of our honeymoon in Kauai, and an overnight stay in Boston to celebrate one of our past wedding anniversaries. Also included was a nice, handwritten card from Will and Jan congratulating us on our 10 years together.
So, even though we don’t particularly care for champagne, it’s always fun to pop a cork on a champagne bottle, so pop it I did, and we had a nice little toast while sitting on the balcony, during which we did that wrap-your-drinking-arm-around-your-partner’s-drinking-arm thing for a truly sappy champagne-sipping moment. And then a flock of white doves alighted upon the edge of the balcony and serenaded us with a harmonized version of our wedding song.
OK, I made the dove thing up. But the rest? True.