Our days were pretty much as follows:
go to breakfast
go back to the room and put on bathing suits
walk down to the pool and pick our "spot"
read, talk, listen to our iPods, jump in the pool every now and then, order a couple of drinks here and there, marvel at how sunburned British tourists get "whilst on holiday", glance down at the nude beach to see if anybody who actually looks good naked has arrived, etc.
go back to the room, shower, take a nap, watch a little of the French Open (Mrs. TBF), continue reading The Da Vinci Code (TBF), enjoy a gin and tonic in our little sitting room, get dressed for dinner
dinner at 9:00 p.m.
go to sleep right after dinner
wake up the next morning and repeat
I think we were both getting into the taxi yesterday evening for the ride back to the airport wishing we could stay another night. But, responsibilities (like the things I'm avoiding doing right now) beckoned, and we'll just have to look forward to returning again someday. It was complete, and total, rest and relaxation.