A few little details I wanted to mention: This place is exactly like a posh retirement community. Golf carts and trucks constantly pass, toting people who don't want to walk the winding walkway to the pool or whatever, or maybe they are just tired of going in circles because every building is identical. The pool is absolutely colossal; boasted to be "easily the largest swiming pool in Central America." You can walk straight out to the beach from there, and find a crowd of tents with wares and pedicures for sale. The actual beach is wonderful, because it is made of shells. Tiny pieces of worn shells, beautiful to see and soft to walk on. Finally, the continuous and necessary presence of this yellow wristband really makes me feel as if I'm being lulled into complacency with all this food and blandness because someone is going to harvest my organs or something. Sure hope not.