The last full day, we decided to just completely and totally and muscle-meltingly do nothing but sit in the sun next to the pool. I never thought I was the kind of person who could do that from sunrise to sunset, but I've been proven wrong. It was GLORRRRIOUS! We were up for sunrise to stake out a prime pool location, ate lunch delivered to us poolside, and the day's highlight, drank cocktails at the swim-up bar. It was so cliché we had to try it before we left. We waited until happy hour, when the drinks were 2 for 1, but were still aggravated that the non-alcoholic versions were the same price as the full-octane ones. Below is a picture of Margaret, Deb, and me at the bar enjoys a "Miami Vice," (although should the virgin version be called a "Miama Virtue?") which consisted of a layer of piña colada, a layer of strawberry daiquiri, and a layer of mango margarita. Margaret and I ordered ours first and when Deb and Will swam up to the bar, Deb asked what we were drinking. I said, "It's a layer of piña colada, a layer of strawberry..." at which point she didn't care what came next, she just said, "that's what I want."
After enjoying the Miami Virtue, Margaret decided that the best layer was the piña colada, so we each ordered one to drink back on our lounge chairs. Below is my favorite picture of the vacation: our baby helping her mommy drink a piña colada hands-free! We'll teach her how to make a decent shaken martini after she's born. (And yes, it was a VIRGIN piña colada... jeesh! I can't believe you would have thought otherwise!)
By the end of this day, it was a little bittersweet. We were frantically trying to absorb the last few rays of light we could, knowing that we had to leave in the morning and not only head back to the wet and dreary Portland weather, but also our house that was ripped apart for a remodel AND our jobs. At least we could look forward to getting back to Taco Bells in the US.
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