Dad and Ellen went down to the beach and I hung out in my room, mostly reading Churchill but also dozing and listening to music. Then I went and hung out with Jill and Rocket while Dad and Ellen went down to Barcelo to Jet Ski with Julie and Denny. That was one of the highlights of the day for me, because I enjoy talking about relationships and other things with Jill. Rocket was asleep most of the time anyway.
Eventually he woke up and we took him down to “walk” around the lobby. I was hoping he’d tire out because soon Jill left to go horseback riding with the others and I was babysitting alone, which was somewhat intimidating. When I took Rocket back to mine and Ellen’s hotel room he was fussy and after awhile he was outright crying, so I decided to pack my things and take him to Dad and Jill’s room. Just me transitioning from our room to theirs distracted him enough that he stopped crying and fell asleep almost immediately after that, which of course made him much cuter. I put him in his crib and read more Churchill. I was hoping he’d sleep for at least an hour, but less than half an hour later he woke back up. He was less fussy after that, though, and much cuter. I sat him in my lap and let him eat Cheerios out of a cup, then gave him some water. I let him explore. I carried him around the balcony during a beautiful sunset. I had him in the hammock for a little while as I poked my fingers through the other side of the mesh and he tried to grab them. Overall he was very quiet the whole time, which I think was a sure sign he was tired.
Eventually I started walking him back and forth, only this time instead of singing lullabies I just started talking to him in a soft monotone voice—totally stream of conscious. The whole time I was talking Rocket was just leaning his head back and staring at me, which was amusing. Eventually he went to sleep but when I tried to put him back in his crib he woke up immediately. Ah well. The rest of the crew joined us soon after that.
We all went down to town with the intent of going to the hamburger place again for dinner, but on the way there Dad stopped to look at the menu of one of the other restaurants. The woman had called to him from the side of the road. We ended up eating there (It’s name was Spanish for “Elbows on the Table”) and we had lots of drinks (sangria, pina colada, margarita) and a lot of food (flank, beef fillet, carbonara, pomodoro). I am very stuffed even now.
We had fun conversations. Dad and Jill and Julie started talking about logistics for the wedding and had some new ideas. We finally took a cab back.
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