Day 4: The penultimate vacation day for 2014, until Christmas. The day started like all the others. I got to sleep in while the rest of you slugs went to work. We ate breakfast and lunch at one of the 5 all you can eat places. We went to the shops again. We went to the pool again. We had an interesting turn of events at the pool. More to follow. We dined at the Brazilian themed, El Rodizio. We were sandwiched between two tables of Frenchmen. To my left, two young snooty arrogant attractive young ladies who just didn't get the idea behind Brazilian restaurant buffet. To my right, a family of five. Dad, Mom, two over 18 daughters and the elder daughter's paramour. They were late for the seating because they got lost because they were coming from a sister Iberostar property. They were the lesser of the snooties, but arrogant all the same. I don't hate the French, just everything about them. After another stellar meal, I paid to get Wi-Fi access in the room. If I knew this two days ago, I would have gotten it sooner. There's nowhere on their website that eludes to this optional service. Bastardos!!! I checked us in for our flights home tomorrow. And if the weather holds and the creek don't rise, we'll be home by dinnertime.
Now, for the pool interesting dilemma.
We were at the pool. At a different side of the pool. This pool is huge. You can't see one end from the other. It's not very deep, but when you are trying to walk your drink from the pool bar across the pool, you don't want water over your head. We were lounging. I had already took a quick dip. TC was shade bathing. We were under this grass covered type of umbrella. I had laid my head back to rest. By an act of the pool gods, something told me to lift my head and look out over the pool.
Without my glasses things in the distance are blurry. About as blurry as my mind after a few trips to the swim up pool bar. I quickly snatched up my spectacles and looked. I blinked a half dozens times to be sure I was seeing what I was seeing.
Let me precursor this by saying that this resort has a few pool rules. No reserving chairs or the swinging hammock beds. No ball playing or use of air beds in the pools. And lastly no topless sunbathing or swimming. (And some of those fat Europeans should be required to wear a top too.) They seem like very basic, sensible rules.
When we first got to the pool I was teasing TC by telling her I saw a topless sunbather. The topless sunbather was somebody's 18 month to 2 year old little girl. This was of course was in fun and not in the spirit of the rule. I doubt anyone would call foul.
What I witnessed as well as 20 - 30 other people around the pool was an 11 - 13 year old young lady going into the pool in a one piece. Just the bottom piece. (I'm guessing she might be French. There's a lot of them here this week.) If she was 6 or 7, I doubt she would have gotten a second look. However, if you have definition and I mean if you can put a tea cup over your ta-tas and easily fill it, you should not be going out in public without a cover. She swam around the other side of the pool out of my sight with her inner tube. The second rule she broke.
Later, I went to the pool bathroom to return the mixed drinks the pool bar provided and witnessed again the young lady this time jumping from the pool edge into the inner tube like a dolphin. I didn't sit and gawk because I was more interested to see how many other people were. She was a mere few feet away from the pool bar and resort employees. It appeared there were many mouths agape and no one's tongue doing any wagging.
Question: Whose responsibility is it to say something to either the girl, her mother, who was on the other side engulfed in a paperback, or a resort employee? As far as I could tell, no one was doing anything. And as an American, I am tired of having to be party to the World Police. I was NOT going to do a damn thing. We have ISIS in the Middle East and we're supposed to be the country to make them go away. Bullshit!
To end this tail, the young lady returned bouncing out of the water, literally, and strapped on a top that she had in her bag all along. I don't know if someone said something to her. I would like to think some responsible resort employee stepped up and did his/her job.
As for me, I am traumatized. I should never have seen 12 year-old ta-tas. Not at least until she turns 18. The weirdest shit always seems to happen on my vacations. Either there's a national disaster or a family member dying or 12 year-olds living a Penthouse Letter.
I know you expect a picture. So here it is.
Now, for the pool interesting dilemma.
We were at the pool. At a different side of the pool. This pool is huge. You can't see one end from the other. It's not very deep, but when you are trying to walk your drink from the pool bar across the pool, you don't want water over your head. We were lounging. I had already took a quick dip. TC was shade bathing. We were under this grass covered type of umbrella. I had laid my head back to rest. By an act of the pool gods, something told me to lift my head and look out over the pool.
Without my glasses things in the distance are blurry. About as blurry as my mind after a few trips to the swim up pool bar. I quickly snatched up my spectacles and looked. I blinked a half dozens times to be sure I was seeing what I was seeing.
Let me precursor this by saying that this resort has a few pool rules. No reserving chairs or the swinging hammock beds. No ball playing or use of air beds in the pools. And lastly no topless sunbathing or swimming. (And some of those fat Europeans should be required to wear a top too.) They seem like very basic, sensible rules.
When we first got to the pool I was teasing TC by telling her I saw a topless sunbather. The topless sunbather was somebody's 18 month to 2 year old little girl. This was of course was in fun and not in the spirit of the rule. I doubt anyone would call foul.
What I witnessed as well as 20 - 30 other people around the pool was an 11 - 13 year old young lady going into the pool in a one piece. Just the bottom piece. (I'm guessing she might be French. There's a lot of them here this week.) If she was 6 or 7, I doubt she would have gotten a second look. However, if you have definition and I mean if you can put a tea cup over your ta-tas and easily fill it, you should not be going out in public without a cover. She swam around the other side of the pool out of my sight with her inner tube. The second rule she broke.
Later, I went to the pool bathroom to return the mixed drinks the pool bar provided and witnessed again the young lady this time jumping from the pool edge into the inner tube like a dolphin. I didn't sit and gawk because I was more interested to see how many other people were. She was a mere few feet away from the pool bar and resort employees. It appeared there were many mouths agape and no one's tongue doing any wagging.
Question: Whose responsibility is it to say something to either the girl, her mother, who was on the other side engulfed in a paperback, or a resort employee? As far as I could tell, no one was doing anything. And as an American, I am tired of having to be party to the World Police. I was NOT going to do a damn thing. We have ISIS in the Middle East and we're supposed to be the country to make them go away. Bullshit!
To end this tail, the young lady returned bouncing out of the water, literally, and strapped on a top that she had in her bag all along. I don't know if someone said something to her. I would like to think some responsible resort employee stepped up and did his/her job.
As for me, I am traumatized. I should never have seen 12 year-old ta-tas. Not at least until she turns 18. The weirdest shit always seems to happen on my vacations. Either there's a national disaster or a family member dying or 12 year-olds living a Penthouse Letter.
I know you expect a picture. So here it is.
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