First the tangy.
We've hopped off the big
Catching Dan testing the iced mango juice I've been handed at the desk, an attendant rushes up to him.
I look behind me. No one is there. Tangy.
The beach has drawn our attention from the start. The sand is powder white but so firmly packed that a wheelchair could zip along without getting stuck. Lots of small fishing and touring boats hover offshore, but with inboard motors they are quiet. It's unfortunate that by comparison many,
Here in the
(This and other travel stories by Carolann can be found at Mature Traveler).