The nightlife at the hotel was by far my favorite and some
thing I looked forward to each day! It was incredible! After we had spent a lazy sun soaked day by the pool or at the beach, we would return to our rooms excitingly preparing for the hot Spanish nights. It was so much fun dressing up for dinner each night! Heels, hair, make up... the whole 9 yards.The dinners were fabulous. Each table had been prepared with tablecloths, dinnerware, and wine glasses. There were 5 buffets filled with the most wonderful food and desserts. The boys loved running back and forth f
illing their plates with food. However, they didn't always eat what they had taken. I think they let the excitement of all the food and self-service get the better of them, but not when it came to dessert. They wo
uld run back and forth between our table and the dessert buffet with all kinds of ice creams and sweets. After dinner, we would make our way to the terraces complete with fountain, bar, stage, and row upon row of tables and chairs. The night was air was still rather warm, but we enjoyed and all needed every moment of it. Children were running all over the place and dancing on the stage, while it was still empty, no doubt thrilled to be staying up so late! Yet again, the bar would open for free drinks. There's nothing like Pina Coladas and Sangrias to kick off the night. The boys looked forward to their nightly pop cycles and bags of chips! With the Spanish sunlight finally beginning to fade, that night's entertainment would make its way to the stage. 
Every night brought something new. Magicians, Russian acrobats, African and Brazilian dancers, and my personal favorite... the Spanish Flamenco dancers. They were beautiful! The music was full of fire, their dress long, flowing, twisting, and turning with each move of their body. They would arch their backs and begin clapping, as one of the women would move to center stage. Her heels stomping furiously atop the stage brought even more life to the exotic music floating in the night's air. It was absolutely incredible. 
The night before our big safari, we decided to take an evening walk on the beach. The boys had fun rolling in the sand, as usual, and throwing rocks into the Sea. The towns that lined the beach were all lit up and the Sea was calm and peaceful. With the beaches almost empty and the sunlight gone a new crowd of sorts would make their way to the shores. Every few feet giant fishing poles rose from the sand with their heavy lines floating somewhere in the dark waters. Behind them usually stood quite an older man, Spanish no doubt, looking so tranquil and at ease with every new cast of their line. Every move was made from habit as though they had been fishing the same beaches since they were boys.
illing their plates with food. However, they didn't always eat what they had taken. I think they let the excitement of all the food and self-service get the better of them, but not when it came to dessert. They wo
uld run back and forth between our table and the dessert buffet with all kinds of ice creams and sweets. After dinner, we would make our way to the terraces complete with fountain, bar, stage, and row upon row of tables and chairs. The night was air was still rather warm, but we enjoyed and all needed every moment of it. Children were running all over the place and dancing on the stage, while it was still empty, no doubt thrilled to be staying up so late! Yet again, the bar would open for free drinks. There's nothing like Pina Coladas and Sangrias to kick off the night. The boys looked forward to their nightly pop cycles and bags of chips! With the Spanish sunlight finally beginning to fade, that night's entertainment would make its way to the stage. 
Every night brought something new. Magicians, Russian acrobats, African and Brazilian dancers, and my personal favorite... the Spanish Flamenco dancers. They were beautiful! The music was full of fire, their dress long, flowing, twisting, and turning with each move of their body. They would arch their backs and begin clapping, as one of the women would move to center stage. Her heels stomping furiously atop the stage brought even more life to the exotic music floating in the night's air. It was absolutely incredible. 
The night before our big safari, we decided to take an evening walk on the beach. The boys had fun rolling in the sand, as usual, and throwing rocks into the Sea. The towns that lined the beach were all lit up and the Sea was calm and peaceful. With the beaches almost empty and the sunlight gone a new crowd of sorts would make their way to the shores. Every few feet giant fishing poles rose from the sand with their heavy lines floating somewhere in the dark waters. Behind them usually stood quite an older man, Spanish no doubt, looking so tranquil and at ease with every new cast of their line. Every move was made from habit as though they had been fishing the same beaches since they were boys. 
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