The natural spring-fed pool lived up to its expectations as the place to be on a Sunday afternoon. Half the town was relaxing with a cerveza in hand at the small cafés surrounding the pool, and the other half were dancing along the edge and sporadically showing off by diving into the crips waters.
After our cold showers and a little food, Natha took us out to a local pool hall to start the night.
Which is a complete shame because Limón is like the fountain of youth. The main street that runs through the town is pretty much discoteca central, and there were so many young people around that they didn´t even all fit into the discotecas and bars, they spilled out into the streets and formed a crowd so large, it would have been difficult for a vehicle to pass through. Limón, in my opinion, is probably the most happening town on the Sámana peninsula: an undiscovered treasure.
The beach was gorgeous and there wasn´t a soul around. However, a hotel was being constructed nearby and so this nearly virgin beach will probably not remain that way for too much longer.
We arrived just as the bus was pulling out of the station. Wheeeww. Now that´s what I call maximizing every minute of a vacation. Lindsay and I giggled over our good luck and reminisced about the awesomeness of our trip for the first 20 minutes of the ride, and then fell into a deep and much needed sleep for the next 3 hours back to Santiago.