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4) The Travails of Traveling With Young Adults…
A (Fleshy) Moon Rising
There was a knock at our door. In unison we called out, “Just a minute.” It was our morning pre-breakfast routine arriving. I threw on my terry-cloth robe and opened the door and turned as he followed me in. The space was still dark so I walked ahead to open the heavy room-darkening drapes. I opened the double sliding glass doors to the balcony and bent over to move the small patio table into the shade where we had gotten used to taking our coffee and croissants, now with added fruit plates.
My girlfriend called out, “Cooper, you’re flashing!”
Turns out the robe was shorter than I thought and I had given Sergio a clear shot of my rear and the backside of my scrotum. Gooood morning, Mexico!
Whatever. I’m sure it wasn’t his first and wouldn’t be his last moon/ballsack sighting. We gave him a nice tip.
Our last full day was uneventful. Since because of the previous afternoon’s moray eel episode, we’d had to miss our killer-jacuzzi free hydrotherapy sessions, so management had moved them to this afternoon. We were following them up with 50 minute massages.
The kid had never had anything like this. Neither of them, really. This was some serious spa treatment and it was going to be their first experience…