Day 3 October 23, 2006
How great to wake up, look off the balcony and see sunlight sparkling like jewels on the ocean’s surface. To hear the gentle surf lapping at the shore and to see early morning walkers in everything from shorts and t-shirts to sweatsuits bring a smile that starts the day off perfectly. None of those early-morning grumps.
At every timeshare we’ve visited, there’s always an “owner’s breakfast.” We opt to skip ours and head over to one for Sheraton Time Sales. They bribed us with tickets to two shows we want to see while we are down here (more on that under Travel Tips).
We get back to A Place at the Beach about 11:30, have an early lunch of doggy-bagged ribs from last night at Logan’s Roadhouse, change into bathing suits, grab the beach gear—including hoodies, and figure if it is too cold to sit on the beach, we’ll leave the chairs and walk. We’re trying to do 10,000 steps a day—about five miles.
Unfortunately it is unseasonably cold here this week, so only boogie boarding kids are in the water. Fortunately the air temperature is perfect, and Rob and I walk past bushes of butterflies
along our dune path to the beach where we settle into our beach chairs and begin soaking in the wonderfully warm rays. The beach—virtually empty. Especially NO KIDS! Some fishermen and other sun seekers and walkers make up the population. There’s something magnificent about a beach after Labor Day. It’s a place of peace. 
Later I pick up my book, Isabel Allende’s Zorro which I know I’ll recommend next month, and I get back into Don Diego’s childhood—trying not to picture a young Guy Williams.
Between our books and people watching, we share a warm, restful early afternoon, and then we join the walkers. We find the water, at ankle depth, pleasantly warm, and we head up the beach. Post Labor Day beaches are friendly places, and people say hello as we pass. There’s always a smile. Everyone is happy to be here, even if it is unseasonably cool.
When we return from our walk and pick up our books again, we’re both overwhelmed with contentment, and when we leave the beach, we stop for half an hour in the Jacuzzi, as if we need additional relaxation!
Dinner is a snafu. When we arrive all set for a lovely, romantic dinner at The Melting Pot, and our waiter, Steven, describes the menu, he adds that enjoying the different courses takes a leisurely hour and a half or more. Oops, then we’ll miss the theater. We re-schedule our reservations for Wednesday and find a Chilis for frajitas. Talk about a comedown, and a chain restaurant at that.
The show as beyond great! Called The Grande Cirque, it played at the beautiful
Palace Theater in Broadway at the Beach, a big, glitzy complex of clubs, restaurants, and shops. It’s neon bright, loud, and I bet in summer jam-packed. But tonight, a cool night, the folks at the Palace are treated to a troupe of forty Chinese acrobats whose dexterity, flexibility, balance, and death-defying acts fill the theater with oohs, ahhs, and enthusiastic applause. This is an integrated show where the spectacular lighting and music combine with the human element to leave the audience in awed breathlessness.
The tumbling performances mesmerize. The balancing acts make us marvel at the way a trained and tuned human body can contort. The Chinese YoYo and Plates acts take the breath away. All the while we are entertained by a mime and then by a troupe of acrobatic dogs—no kidding!
After the performance, two young Chinese YoYo artists came out to demonstrate. They practice three to four hours daily to hone their skills. That number is so exhausting, Rob and I retire to the Jacuzzi to relax!
How great to wake up, look off the balcony and see sunlight sparkling like jewels on the ocean’s surface. To hear the gentle surf lapping at the shore and to see early morning walkers in everything from shorts and t-shirts to sweatsuits bring a smile that starts the day off perfectly. None of those early-morning grumps.
At every timeshare we’ve visited, there’s always an “owner’s breakfast.” We opt to skip ours and head over to one for Sheraton Time Sales. They bribed us with tickets to two shows we want to see while we are down here (more on that under Travel Tips).
We get back to A Place at the Beach about 11:30, have an early lunch of doggy-bagged ribs from last night at Logan’s Roadhouse, change into bathing suits, grab the beach gear—including hoodies, and figure if it is too cold to sit on the beach, we’ll leave the chairs and walk. We’re trying to do 10,000 steps a day—about five miles.
Unfortunately it is unseasonably cold here this week, so only boogie boarding kids are in the water. Fortunately the air temperature is perfect, and Rob and I walk past bushes of butterflies
along our dune path to the beach where we settle into our beach chairs and begin soaking in the wonderfully warm rays. The beach—virtually empty. Especially NO KIDS! Some fishermen and other sun seekers and walkers make up the population. There’s something magnificent about a beach after Labor Day. It’s a place of peace. .2.jpg)
Later I pick up my book, Isabel Allende’s Zorro which I know I’ll recommend next month, and I get back into Don Diego’s childhood—trying not to picture a young Guy Williams.
Between our books and people watching, we share a warm, restful early afternoon, and then we join the walkers. We find the water, at ankle depth, pleasantly warm, and we head up the beach. Post Labor Day beaches are friendly places, and people say hello as we pass. There’s always a smile. Everyone is happy to be here, even if it is unseasonably cool.
When we return from our walk and pick up our books again, we’re both overwhelmed with contentment, and when we leave the beach, we stop for half an hour in the Jacuzzi, as if we need additional relaxation!
Dinner is a snafu. When we arrive all set for a lovely, romantic dinner at The Melting Pot, and our waiter, Steven, describes the menu, he adds that enjoying the different courses takes a leisurely hour and a half or more. Oops, then we’ll miss the theater. We re-schedule our reservations for Wednesday and find a Chilis for frajitas. Talk about a comedown, and a chain restaurant at that.
The show as beyond great! Called The Grande Cirque, it played at the beautiful
Palace Theater in Broadway at the Beach, a big, glitzy complex of clubs, restaurants, and shops. It’s neon bright, loud, and I bet in summer jam-packed. But tonight, a cool night, the folks at the Palace are treated to a troupe of forty Chinese acrobats whose dexterity, flexibility, balance, and death-defying acts fill the theater with oohs, ahhs, and enthusiastic applause. This is an integrated show where the spectacular lighting and music combine with the human element to leave the audience in awed breathlessness..4.jpg)
The tumbling performances mesmerize. The balancing acts make us marvel at the way a trained and tuned human body can contort. The Chinese YoYo and Plates acts take the breath away. All the while we are entertained by a mime and then by a troupe of acrobatic dogs—no kidding!
After the performance, two young Chinese YoYo artists came out to demonstrate. They practice three to four hours daily to hone their skills. That number is so exhausting, Rob and I retire to the Jacuzzi to relax!
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