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Walking around the grocery store made us hungry. Steve took me to Zenzi, which is a beach club in Playa. We sat by the bar, in the shade and ordered drinks. I got Havana and Coke. Lavonna came by and we chatted for a while. Steve and I shared Ceviche for lunch. I love ceviche and this one did not disappoint.
In 15 visits to Playa, this was only the second time I had eaten outside of the AI I was staying at. I know, I need to get out more. It’s Lounge Chair’s fault.
We had another round of drinks. Lavonna left and we walked out to look at the ocean and take a picture.
I had run out of hairspray and was having a bad hair day which was not helped by the wind. Oh well, that’s the price you pay for doing carry-on. And you all thought it was just about the shoes.
Steve drove me to the airport. We said good-bye. Hopefully next time I can visit the clinic. I went inside and went through the check-in process, then through security. I arrived in the Duty Free shop and got some things. No liquor though. My carry-on had no room and the thought of putting a bottle in my back pack and then having to carry said back pack and pull previously mentioned carry-on while I made the long haul from the plane to immigration was not on my list of things I wanted to do today.
Gifts for my family bought, I went to Bubba Gump’s for a bowl of clam chowder. I’d had that when Zung and I were here in October and it had been quite tasty. I sat across from the most perfect sign in the world.
Soon it was time to board the plane and return to Colorado. The flight home was uneventful, although there was that tense moment when I had to lift my carry-on into the overhead bin. Damn, that thing was heavy. The sunset from the plane was awesome.
Immigration was quick and I couldn’t believe it when I got another friendly and helpful immigration clerk (that was twice on the same trip – I don’t think it has ever happened on a trip to Mexico before). He told me to be aware that my passport would be expiring soon.
I enjoyed my carry-on the most when I didn’t have to wait for any bags and just zoomed by all those sad people standing there. I breezed through Customs and my vacation was officially over.
Did I mention how cold it was when I got back?
Now that I’m finished with this trip I’ll either have to go back real soon or report on an earlier, previously unreported on, trip. Maybe I’ll write about our very first trip to Playa Paraiso, when the Grand first opened.