Rob spent a lot of time out on our balcony, reading and spotting whales. He must have seen at least twenty in one week.
It was Superbowl Sunday, so we went down to one of the bars to save a spot and play cards.
If there had been something really cool in the first play, like a return for a touchdown, I might have stayed to watch the game. No such luck, so I just took a photo of the true fans and went back to our room for a nap.
It was formal night for dinner and they have tons of photographers with fake backgrounds taking lame posed portraits. This Iranian photographer got totally mad at Kathleen because we asked her to take photos with our camera at the same time. They looked like bad prom shots anyway, so we just had her take this one. You'll have to imagine how happy this made photo scrooge.
We switched our seating up for dinner—here is the all Ashton table.
Except Claudia, who came over to the dark side with us.
The dinners were amazing—three course gourmet feasts, plus dessert. Plus anything made by someone else just tastes better. It was a true vacation for me, not to have to plan, shop, prepare and clean up after meals. No laundry either. Well at least DURING the trip. It's been over a week since we've been home and I still haven't caught up.