Robert is the best tour guide ever. He knows everything and everyone. The beach is ravishing here.
After meeting the locals and eating their famous delicacies, Rob and I walk by the beach, drinking cocktails from pineapple cups.
" It's so peaceful and beautiful here," I smile.
" Indeed,"
" Were you born here, Rob?" I ask, and he shakes his head.
" No, but my mom originates here. I came when I was 10- years old after my father got a permanent position at the resort," he tells me. His father was the head supervisor at the resort.
I don't know how long we had been talking while walking.
Rob gets a camera and takes a picture of me. He smiles and looks at it.
" Lovely,"
I check the picture, it is perfect. The sunset was hitting my face, and I was smiling, holding my coconut drink
