Just when we were walking out of the Mall this morning, the Trolley drove by. After a wave from me, and a request to help with the walker and wheel chair, we four clambered up, delighted to finally be able to take a ride. We had walked to the Mexican restaurant in the Mall to have brunch, again walking in the line with me in the front, Ken next with the walker and last Ian pushing Rita in the wheelchair. Ian stays behind Ken to be sure all is well, he being the only able bodied person in the group.
A young man who was a rider, the driver and Ian helped get the wheelchair and walker up onto the trolley. It has a lift but it is broken. Soon we sat and enjoyed the ride all over the property. It is a lovely drive, even though the seats are hard and the trolley squeaks. We four have wanted to take that ride ever since we had arrived.
A year ago, Rita reminded us, we took the trip, but only once. And it was a difficult ride. This year was pure pleasure. The driver let us out right in front of Playa Royale, pleased as punch that just as we began our walk home, the trolley arrived to allow us to take the ride. Switching horses in mid street is sometimes a good thing.
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