Boracay
This beautiful island is a scant hour away by plane and our team was scheduled to spend 2 wonderful days there.
Monty and Liz arrived early that morning and were whisked away for a breakfast with the governor to be followed by a spa and massage treatment at the Senses Spa, where the rest of us had also spent an hour a few days earlier. A quick note; the spa is managed by one of the Rotarians and one evening we were invited to dinner in their executive dining room.
The whole setup is a terrific concept. There's an attached lounge/ restaurant where you can eat. Adjacent and behind a screen, but visible to the diners and vice versa, is the area where you get a pedicure or manicure.
We four ladies were directed to the showers, screened by bamboo. Then given shorts and kimono style top and taken into a room with 4 cots. Here, we were told to leave our shorts on but remove the top. The masseuses giggled when we were lying there - not very ego-boosting when you're virtually naked and exposed. But the massage was lovely and some of us got a simultaneous pedicure. Ginger tea was delivered at the end to refresh us, then we dressed and went upstairs for dinner.
But I digress. I was going to write about Boracay.
We arrived in time to watch the sun set.
That evening there was a fellowship night with the local Rotary Club, followed the next night by their regular meeting. When we arrived, we were all impressed to discover that they had hired a couple of local boys to create a sandcastle with the Rotary emblem.
They even had a special banner made to commemorate our meeting. Everything is done with so much thought to make us feel welcome, and they even killed the fatted calf. Well, actually a pig but it meant the same thing.
Tables were set up on the beach under a roof in case of rain, but it was a soft, warm evening and no clouds threatened. The buffet was scrumptious again with a wide variety of meats and fish. Rice is always availalbe and there was even a fresh salad with greens grown by the owner of the cutely named Nigi Nigi Too resort. Her other resort, where we ate the night before also on the beach, is the original and called Nigi Nigi Nu Noos. The words mean nothing, but roll so easily off your tongue.
It was a 30 minute beach walk back to our hotel after dinner, and we passed the gorgeous Regency hotel owned by governor Toto. He had toured Monty and Liz through the opulent premises and I asked them if he had invited them to stay. "Next time", was his reply.
Monty and Liz arrived early that morning and were whisked away for a breakfast with the governor to be followed by a spa and massage treatment at the Senses Spa, where the rest of us had also spent an hour a few days earlier. A quick note; the spa is managed by one of the Rotarians and one evening we were invited to dinner in their executive dining room.
The whole setup is a terrific concept. There's an attached lounge/ restaurant where you can eat. Adjacent and behind a screen, but visible to the diners and vice versa, is the area where you get a pedicure or manicure.
We four ladies were directed to the showers, screened by bamboo. Then given shorts and kimono style top and taken into a room with 4 cots. Here, we were told to leave our shorts on but remove the top. The masseuses giggled when we were lying there - not very ego-boosting when you're virtually naked and exposed. But the massage was lovely and some of us got a simultaneous pedicure. Ginger tea was delivered at the end to refresh us, then we dressed and went upstairs for dinner.
But I digress. I was going to write about Boracay.
We arrived in time to watch the sun set.
That evening there was a fellowship night with the local Rotary Club, followed the next night by their regular meeting. When we arrived, we were all impressed to discover that they had hired a couple of local boys to create a sandcastle with the Rotary emblem.
They even had a special banner made to commemorate our meeting. Everything is done with so much thought to make us feel welcome, and they even killed the fatted calf. Well, actually a pig but it meant the same thing.
Tables were set up on the beach under a roof in case of rain, but it was a soft, warm evening and no clouds threatened. The buffet was scrumptious again with a wide variety of meats and fish. Rice is always availalbe and there was even a fresh salad with greens grown by the owner of the cutely named Nigi Nigi Too resort. Her other resort, where we ate the night before also on the beach, is the original and called Nigi Nigi Nu Noos. The words mean nothing, but roll so easily off your tongue.
It was a 30 minute beach walk back to our hotel after dinner, and we passed the gorgeous Regency hotel owned by governor Toto. He had toured Monty and Liz through the opulent premises and I asked them if he had invited them to stay. "Next time", was his reply.
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