We did it. We have just eaten our first meal in our old friend 3701 at Playa Royale. No wonder we love this place. The view is magnificent with dozens of boats in front of our eyes. The first thing we did was to sit on the b balcony and feast our eyes. Our apartment at Paradise Village was lovely but this condo is better. Cathy and Ted were waiting for us downstairs and they helped bring all our stuff up on the elevator. Two trips were required. But here we are.
Everyone helped. Rita and I and the nurse were ready at 11:00 when the bellman knocked on our door. We were our own parade, with Ken in a wheelchair, along with Emma the nurse, Rita, Ian and me bringing up the rear. Raymundo, the boss of Paradise Village, arranged for a van to take us to Playa, rather than use a big golf cart, which was a good thing because we had 28 separate objects to fit in the van, which was full. And we brought along our wheelchair and walker. The bellman needed two trips up and down to bring all our stuff.
Our belongings included our groceries, all the medical equipment, our backpacks, and suitcases. In fact, we had only 5 cases between the 4 of us but somehow , we filled the van. The biggest question was how to get Ken in and out of the van but between the nurse, Ian and the driver, Ken got in and we drove down the road to Playa Royale in style. We were delighted.
Marlin, the concierge at Playa, arranged for the condo to be cleaned immediately so when we arrived we were able to bring all our stuff in the unit, which was very kind. We sat on the balcony and enjoyed the view chatting, while the ladies completed the cleaning. Our arrival had been completed. Whew.
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