Posada Aguazul Margarita Island

... since there are very few signposts on the island and we don&#8217;t have a map! Their maid is resident here, hence the Spanish only conversations, which we are just about managing, but I think she has enjoyed our company!<br><br>In touring the island we have noticed that there are, not surprisingly, some significant differences between the main areas. Some parts are crowded, such as Porlamar that is the most built up area, in complete contrast to other ...

... that are here, all of the locals seem to be amazed by my blue eyes. I would mention something here about Hitler and his ideals, but I&#8217;m not meant to be mentioning the war so I shall leave that&#8230;<br> <br> Anyway, back to the beach and its vendors&#8230; they are all very friendly, and seem to be quite quick to propose marriage. At least now I know that if I find myself lonely and considering buying a cat I can come here and find a ...

... I am so glad, it is imense!! (to follow).<br><br>My Spanish is coming along nicely. I was speaking with the cleaner of Tita in the morning of leaving and wanted her to slow down, so I did......."muy desayuno, por favor", she must think he is crazy asking for very breakfast! I will not forget now how to say "mas despacio"!!!! But this was fun tambien. <br>

Após a assustada chegada a Caracas, onde fomos abordados por "trocadores"de grana loucos pelos nossos poucos dólares e pelo assombroso hotel que passamos a noite, fomos na manhã seguinte para a interessante Isla Margarita. O tempo nã estava bom mais o clima o melhor possível. Estava eu, minha esposa, primo e prima, cunhado e cunhada! Chegamos ao hotel Lagunamar e nos deparamos com um espaço imenso e um bom hotel ...

... resort. And yet there is trash littering the beach and the streets and we still don´t have hot showers. Friday night was one of those nights. We went out to a place called the Beach Bar, which was actually quite nice, and sat on beanbags at a table overlooking the ocean. It was very cosmopolitan, until someone said that they had seen a spider the size of a watermelon crawling up the side of the bar. At ...

... himself as Najla's brother and Marco's brother-in-law (although they are not married...but here they use these terms even for your sister´s boyfriend...or "in-laws" your girl-friend´s parents) to get a warm reception from the village. They all know Najla and Marco very well, as they often came to the village to set up video and film projections to show movies and documentaries. Since they lack T.V.´s and have no real access to cinema, this kind of ...

... sunbench and of course the same free alcoholic cocktails as I would at the hotel, just showing my keys. <br><br>So imagine this scenario: A 23 year old Icelandic girl, from a country where alcohol costs nearly as much as gold, goes to a hotel with unlimited free booze. How does that end? <br><br>Yes, you guessed right!<br><br>I decided to go cocktail testing. I had Cuba Libre, Mojitos, Piña Coladas,,, but what really got me off the ship of sane ...

... to bob marley, the ocean, laughing and doing our best to find a common language... Yamine in gesturing and broken english informed me late in to the evening that I needed to think less with my head and more with my heart. Apprently this is the secret of the sparkle they contain....either that or the coco locos. Ill leave you with that. We are headed into Porlomar tonight; dinner, casino, then Senior Frogs. Love, Wendy

Welcome to Paradise!!! Isla de Margarita is Carribean Island, Venezuala style and my god it is great. On the flight from Canaima I managed to meet the female version of me - sounds funny but seriously Patricia and I actually think the same, so much so it is scary. After a night in a dive of a hostel I managed to find a gem of a hotel - swim up bars, buffet breakfast, lunch and dinner, all you can drink ######### in the ...

... I rush to my room. The one with a nice view on the ocean. I jump into my swimsuit. The one I told you about for the last two days. And rush down to the beach. Be careful it's slippery. The stairs, not the beach, you people of little faith! That's it. My toes spread into the waves, I know now what was the urge. The call of the ocean. You have to have grown up by the ocean to understand, so if you haven't, just trust me. The coolness of the water mixed with sand between your ...