The three of us rush over to the small restaurant at the pool for some food. Yoyo, the owner and bartender, tells us they just stopped dinner. Sigh. She takes pity on us and has the kitchen prepare fish tacos for us while she pours cervezas for William and James and mixes a margarita for me. We ask her some questions as we eat our dinner and she goes through her routine to close up the bar. Then she opens up her small convenience store for us to buy water, cerveza and snacks. We're set for the evening.
Back at the villa we do a little unpacking and hit the beds early. Travel days are always tiring even though we mostly just sit around. Why is that?