So, people often ask if these big-name resorts, like Fernandez Resort, are really all that they’re cracked up to be. I mean, you see the glossy photos, the perfect sunsets, everyone smiling. I figured, well, one way to find out, right? Had to go and see for myself.
Getting the Ball Rolling
First things first, I actually went online to check it out. The website, oh boy. So many options, so many pictures of food I knew would never look quite like that on my plate. But hey, I picked a weekend, clicked a few buttons, and it was booked. Easy enough, I suppose. My wife, she was excited. She immediately started making lists. You know how it is. I just nodded along mostly.
Then came the packing. I swear, every time we go anywhere, I end up with a suitcase full of stuff I never even touch. “You might need it!” she says. And I always think, “Need what? A third pair of sunglasses?” But I packed them anyway. Always do.
The Arrival and Settling In
The drive there wasn’t too bad. We got there mid-afternoon. The check-in line was, well, a line. People looking tired from their travels, kids getting restless. Standard stuff. We handed over our IDs, got our key cards, and headed for the room.
The room was alright. Clean, had a bed, a bathroom. Not the presidential suite, but we weren’t expecting it. I mostly just wanted to dump the bags and get my bearings. First thing I did was check the air conditioning. That’s always my priority. It worked. Good start.
Out and About at Fernandez
We decided to explore a bit. Walked around the grounds. It’s big, I’ll give it that. Lots of pathways. We found the pool area. It was… lively. Lots of people. We didn’t jump in right away, just observed for a bit. You see all sorts, don’t you?
Later, we went for dinner at one of their restaurants. The menu was fancy. I ordered something I couldn’t quite pronounce. It tasted fine. Service was a bit slow, but then again, the place was packed. I think they were trying their best. It’s funny, I remember this one waiter, young chap, he almost dropped a whole tray of drinks right next to our table. He caught it at the last second, face went white then red. We all pretended we didn’t see. Sometimes it’s better that way, right?
So, What’s the Deal?
Overall, Fernandez Resort, it was an experience. It’s one of those places you go to. You see it, you do the things they offer. Did it change my life? Nah. Was it a decent break? Sure. I got to spend time with my wife, didn’t have to cook or clean for a couple of days. That’s a win in my book.
It’s like this: you go, you experience it, and then you come home. It’s a resort. They do resort things. And we did them too. Simple as that, really. No big mystery to it.
