Mi Paraíso

I just spent an amazing five days in a destination resort in Punta Cana.

We arrived at the airport, which had a thatched roof and no walls. It looked kitch-y rather than natural, but it still set the tone for an island vacation.

The place itself was gorgeous. The colors of the sky, water, and beach were almost surreal.

We literally never left the resort the entire trip. We looked into going on some excursions, but they all either involved way too long of transit times, were exorbanantly priced, or sounded physically unpleasant to some of us.

It didn't matter. I needed those days of laying by the pool and beach doing nothing but reading and playing in the surf.

I think my favorite moment of the trip happened the second to last day. Dad, Nick, and I were playing in the ocean, trying to body surf. Really good waves were few and far between, but we had a lot of fun trying to guess the good ones. After about an hour in the water, we decided that it was time to head back in. As we were walking back to the pool area where Loree was (nervously) waiting for us, Dad spotted a good wave coming in. He yelled and ran splashing back into the water like a little boy. It was really cute.

Speaking of really cute, I also got my hair braided. I can't decide if it's way cool or way ghetto or both.

In fact, the only downside of the whole trip was that I lost my most favoritist necklace in the world, my Woman of Valor one.

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