I chose our hotel because it is across a promenade to the beach. What none of the others who’d stayed here and recommended the hotel bothered to mention: the beach next to the hotel is a pebble beach. The rest of the resort is sand. From here, it’s a pretty good walk.
We found this out this morning after breakfast. Kaitlyn wore her bathing suit to breakfast to make sure the beach wouldn’t be far behind. And even though she said she didn’t want to sit outside to eat because it was too cold, she insisted it would be fine at the beach.
I went back to our room with a bag of groceries from the convenience store in the hotel while Bill and Kaitlyn took her new shovel and pail to the beach to play. When I went back out to find them I found that the trek to the sand is far enough to eliminate the convenience of the hotel being on the beach. We could have stayed somewhere blocks off the beach and had the same walk.
When I finally met up with them, Bill told me to put my feet in the water. It was freezing! And there was Kaitlyn: running, splashing, sitting in the ice water having a grand time. She’d get herself all wet then run back to the beach and rub sand all over herself then run back into the ocean to wash it off and start all over. I guess the rock beach would have at least been cleaner.
After a while her teeth actually started chattering and we told her we had to go back to the hotel. She managed to convince us that it would be a good idea to go to the hotel’s hot tub.
While I changed into my bathing suit, Bill put Kaitlyn in the bathtub to rinse a gallon of sand off her and her suit.
We found the hot tub… and found it to be just as icy as the ocean. So was the pool. But that didn’t stop Kaitlyn. She zipped on her swimming vest and got in. I was ok sitting in the sun on a lounge chair, but Bill realized Kaitlyn was actually shivering in the pool. We dragged her out and went inside.
Maybe May is premature for time in the Mediterranean.