This place is awesome. No–unbelievable. There are maybe 20 people at the pool, not one is a screaming child, and I swear to god they are coming around with frozen grapes on a stick and ice water soaked cloths.
You think I’m kidding. I’m not.
And I got my mojito–not by moving, but from the waitress. In fact, I just had to stop typing this so I could order another. A margarita this time.
We may never make it to the parks.