Hilton Head is always a very nice place to visit. All the commercial "hoobla" is to the minimum and the island has kept its natural state without crazy concrete and asphalt jungles everywhere. The beach is very nice, wide and super long. The island is a haven for any sport nut, especially for tennis or golf players.The first breakfast at the hotel offered an inventive way to scam some free food. No, not us, rather some middle aged fellow came in and wanted to make a reservation for the next night. He also asked to have free breakfast even though he had not stayed the previous night at the hotel but I guess the clerk was nice enough to allow that. Well this son of a gun ate his breakfast and then marched back to the counter and asked the clerk to cancel his reservation. He said he had changed his mind. He cold-bloodedly just walked out the door afterwards. The breakfast wasn't that disgusting... I think.
Beach - very tranquil and calming, there is not much else to say, I just let the pictures speak for themselves. Wilmer enjoyed his first encounter with the Atlantic Ocean to the tune of 1.5 straight hours of jumping in and out of the waves. He collected some seashells, built few sandhills, dug ten holes in the ground, and got sand in places where it should not go. We did not have to ask once whether he wanted to take a nap or not.
Meanwhile, Lady Maaret wanted to treat herself to a new hairdo and saw a hairdresser. Well, let's just say that she wanted to get out of that place so fast that she even left her book there (that was from the library at home). She got highlights alright. Once she got back I chose to continue my wild streak of "daring the elements". They had forecasted a pretty intense storm here including heavy rain, damaging winds up to 60 mph, hail, thunder and lightning. Hey, no intense sun, so I should be ok. I mapped quickly a 4 mile nice loop so I could beat the storm and hit the road. Well, things got interesting rather quickly as I realized that they do not have street names in every corner here, only the major roads. Having just memorized the four main roads in my loop, I kept running until I had ran a mile and a half too far. Hmm, simple u-turn and I was back on track. My second part did not go much easier as I found that many resorts have guarded gates and they do not let any kind of sweaty runner in without a resort parking sticker glued in his rear end. Hmmm, I just ran to the next intersection and turned there. Well, now I was on my own since that was not part of the original plan. I kept running until I found myself at the Marriot Beach Resort. Being a bit tired and thirsty I chose to gauge the resort out and wandered to their pool and restroom area that offered a refreshing water fountain and a pissoir. Having caught my second wind I sprung back outside to the rain and dark skies. I made it back to the hotel without any hail damage. The 4 miler turned to a 10K in the end. Oh well.
The evening was spent by eating, what else. Hilton Head Diner offered some great food that we all enjoyed. Wilmer ate about an adult portion and a half (swimming perhaps?). He finally had his belly so full that he even declined ice cream. I was afraid his belly was going to burst. Speaking of which, yesterday when we had just arrived to the island and had stopped at Walmart to get a beach chair and some other supplies, we were walking towards the front doors and three black girls on each side of their 20's were coming our way to their car. W not being too shy nowadays with the command of his newly found English language, went ahead and spontaneously greeted the first of the girls by raising his hand and casually and confidently quipping "Hi, honey!" You should have seen the girls' faces when this fire hydrant size man greeted them with such a poise! One of the highlights of the day.
By the way, the Lakers beat Orlando in the spectator sport of the night.
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