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Karen and I woke up fairly early. I think it was about 7:30 or 8. It was a cloudy morning. Zung would have been disappointed not to be able to take a Zungrise picture. Karen was going to check out the exercise facilities. I don’t exercise when on vacation (if you’re keeping track, I also don’t cook or clean, wear a watch or carry a purse), so I headed off to the buffet for breakfast. Karen doesn’t generally eat breakfast. She drinks it, but it’s not what you think. She called room service for coffee and juice – orange and mango.
I was excited to go to Bella Vista for the breakfast buffet. Not for the food. I was excited to see Alex, my favorite breakfast and lunch waiter. We’ve seen him for years and it just wouldn’t be a trip to the Grand without seeing him. I asked the hostess if he was working today and she took me to his section. He saw me coming and smiled. We hugged and then he asked where Zung was. I told him it was a girl’s trip, but the other girl didn’t do breakfast. He told me it was his last two days. I gasped and then he said until he was gone for 12 days on vacation. He was going to Vera Cruz to visit family. He had me worried there for a minute.
He remembered I drink English Breakfast tea and brought me a pot of hot water and two tea bags. (I love that. I don’t know why most places expect you to use one measly tea bag for multiple cups of tea. It would be like pouring hot water over used coffee grounds.)
When he came back with my tea he said, “Well, since your husband is not here, that means we can go to Coco Bongo.” I laughed. I am soooo not a Coco Bongo type of girl. He confessed that he had never been there and neither one of us were quite sure what goes on there.
I kept my breakfast simple – croissant, bacon (I’ll work on my high cholesterol when I get home) and fruit. I read the news and emails on my iPad and posted on Trip Advisor. I said good-bye to Alex and told him I would see him at lunch and I would bring Karen.
I went back to the room and slathered on sunscreen and put on my bikini. I figure 50 is pushing it to wear a bikini. But I’ll hold out until they pry it out of my dead, cold hands or I come to my senses. Whichever comes first. (When I was a young mother I thought it was unseemly to wear a bikini, so I’m making up for lost time). Besides, I’d had a request for bikini pictures. I couldn’t disappoint.
The previous night I had asked Eder which beach waiters were working and where they would be. The awesome Humberto was working in front of Building 71, so that is where I headed. I was excited to see Humberto. But there was someone I was more excited to see. Someone I had pined for the three months I had been gone. I thought about him every day. I had missed him terribly. And there he was, waiting for me.
My beloved lounge chair. He was all ready for me.
“Querido, where have you been?”
“I missed you so much. Come here. Lay down on me and never leave again.” I was happy to see my lounge chair had missed me as much as I had missed him. He gave me a big hug and didn’t let go for a long time. Then he whispered in my ear, “Mi amor, have you gained a little weight?”
Excuse me? A gentleman NEVER asks that question. I smacked him and he went back to whispering sweet nothings.
It wasn’t long before that other very important man showed up, the awesome Humberto. I asked him if he remembered me from August and he was honest, “I see so many people.” He gave me some water and took my order for a Coco Loco.
I took what I thought was a picture of it, but I had accidentally turned my camera to the video button. I would love to include the video, but it’s pretty expensive to embed video on wordpress, and the link to photobucket doesn’t seem to work, so for now, take my word for it. I ordered a Coco Loco. (If anyone knows how to do this photobucket link thing, feel free to send me a message or leave a comment).
Humberto is the best beach waiter ever. He comes by about every 30 minutes. He’s just amazing. All day long. It was fairly crowded. But he always checked to see if we needed anything regularly.
Karen and I took some beach photos.
That done, we went back to doing what we do best. We took advantage of having the most awesome beach waiter, Humberto, and ordered drinks. Karen drank champagne.
The weather, in a word, sucked. It was the cloudiest, coldest day I have ever spent on the beach. I doubt it was much warmer than it was back in Colorado (which was 67). I had to huddle under a towel to keep warm later in the afternoon. Drinking was a survival move. We had to drink to keep warm. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
Drinking without eating can lead to trouble. We did not want to get into any trouble. At about one o’clock (when I was sure Alex would be there) we headed to Las Brisa for lunch.
A yummy and entertaining lunch it was.
Bring on the Boom Boom!
(I talk a good game, but it would turn out, I’m a wimp).