Guys with guns and the beautiful people

I am currently really ticked off at some people (not anyone in my church), so to avoid ruffling feathers I'll just show some more pictures from our vacation in Punta Cana, Dominican Republic.

On the morning Jane and I went down to the beach to see the sunrise we were happened upon by two guys carrying automatic weapons (that's Jane on the lounge chair - not lounging). There were only a few people around, and out of the blue two dogs came ambling around the corner of the beach from the wild. We thought that was weird. The resort security guard headed toward the dogs, and then we see these two guys with guns appear. They weren't in military or any other type of uniform, so we're not sure what the deal was. But... after a chat with the security guard - in which hands were shook and smiles were shown - they continued their early morning stroll down the beach.


In the picture below you can just barely make out the leg of a lady in one of the chairs reading a book. I dubbed her and her husband "the beautiful people." They were probably older than us, and for some reason I think they were Russian or something - we didn't see them ever talk to anyone. Jane talked to him, but said the woman couldn't speak English. Jane called them "GB" and "HG" - for "green bikini" and "hairy guy" (I know, we're terrible). Anyway, every single day they were across the pool from our room, and they did nothing but read books (big ones too) and occasionally get in the pool. At one point she was reading "War and Peace" while I was reading "Of Mice and Men." They always seemed to eat at the same time as us, and usually at the same place, and they almost always held hands whenever they went anywhere. They were very polite and cordial to one another, and when she walked... lemme tell you... it was like a tall glass of champagne - with the slightest of sway. I mean, I'm thinking she was either a supermodel or actress or something. Anyway, it was innaresting, because they just always seemed to be 'there.' And they had this 'look' about them like they were famous or really wealthy.

I guess that's the kind of thing you do when you lay around a place for a week and don't do anything. Man, I wish I were there again.