Saturday, April 7, 2007

To get an idea of the size of the Punta Cana property, the second largest international airport of DR, a Club Med, a Trump Development, a shopping area, the Punta Cana Resort, and some golf courses take up only a small fraction of the area. The marina is the most undervalued and overlooked part of the whole place. It costs us just $21.00/night and included complete access to the resort and all its services!

The wide powder sand beach with towering coconut trees and emerald blue water was beautiful. Adjoining the resort area is a vacation home golf community. Several “big name” celebrities own homes here. For kicks, Robert and I took a real estate tour and were shown some investment opportunities. The designs were right out of Architectural Digest. The home we toured had outdoor indoor hallways connecting bedrooms, walk ways over fountain ponds inside, 20’ waterfall in the living room, the Fen Shwee or whoever thing and was wildly impractical for day to day living. Neither Robert or I thought to bring our check books and had to pass on purchasing one.

Victor our DR real estate agent was very professional and proud of the development he represented. He informed us that Bill Clinton was golfing today and drove us up to the tee box at #16 to watch him tee off. Bill spent way too much time over the ball, hit it fat, and simply smiled and laughed about it. It was so odd to see our former president in a golf shirt and shorts! All those years in suits no one ever saw that he had the whitest chicken legs I’ve ever seen.

The we all enjoyed time sailing hobie's (the kids actually learned how to tack and sail), hiking, swimming in fresh water pools, beach pools, the kid's club. We had a real vacation inside a vacation. After coloring Easter eggs with LeoCat, we enjoyed a parting dinner and show with our good friends. Sailing on Easter Sunday was not what we had in mind for the holiday, but you take the weather when you can get it. We resumed our motoring across the infamous Mona Passage bound for Little America, Puerto Rico. Goodbyes are always difficult but a reality of the cruising life. We were Side By Side and alone once more. The kids we not as found of the DR "Easter Bunny" as we had hoped.

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