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Tonight I have dinner reservations at the Mexican restaurant, La Brisa. During the day, La Brisa is the primary lunch restaurant with a buffet that has a different theme each day and also the option of ordering off the ala carte menu. The lunch buffet has a different theme every day, but I honestly can’t say that I seen much difference in the offerings. Not much of any of it appeals to me most of the time. At night, they dress up the tables and offer a few appetizers at the buffet and the rest is ala carte. The Mexican restaurant is a new dinner option within the last year or so. I have to say, in my opinion, it is one of the best dinner options. They even have a roaming Mariachi band. I wish more of the restaurants had some live music.
I walk over to the restaurant and am seated. My waiter asks me what I would like to drink and I ask for a glass of a Tempranillo. The service is excellent. I notice that Oscar, the head waiter, is not there. I later learn from Rafael that he no longer works there. That is too bad. He was a wealth of information about tequila, and just a generally nice man.
I order the pumpkin soup to start. It is delicious.
For my main course, I order my favorite, the chicken molé. The chicken is fall off the bone tender and the sauce is delicious.
I have a tres leche dessert, which is delicious also, but I only eat half because there is a chocolate martini waiting to be made for me at the lobby bar.
One thing about eating by yourself, you don’t tend to linger. At least I don’t.
I leave a tip and head to the Lobby Bar. I find myself walking very quickly, as I tend to do when I am alone. I stop and take a deep breath and remind myself that I am on vacation, not in a race. I slow down and enjoy being there. It smells wonderful, the slightly humid air feels good against my skin and I enjoy the rest of my walk. I stop first at the Lobby desk to exchange some money.
I go over to the bar and sit down and Daniel asks me what I want to drink. I decide I will start with a cucumber martini.
Rafael, the GM, comes by to say hello. We talk about the vacation club and other stuff. He tells me they are going to change the time zone, which will mean more sun in the afternoon in the colder months. That sounds awesome!
He leaves and then Eder, the entertainment manager, comes by and we talk a long time. Daniel asks me why I am not drinking my martini, and tells me it is going to get warm. This is one chica who does not want her reputation ruined by letting her drinks go warm, so I drink my martini. I ask for some popcorn and the eat too much of it. Ugh, why do I always do that? Popcorn must have some kind of addictive agent in it that makes that happen.
I order a chocolate martini. Note the popcorn trying to photobomb the picture.
I find out why Daniel’s name tag says Luis. He said they got new name tags and they wanted him to use Luis because his name is actually Luis Daniel. This is the first I have ever heard of this. How can we be such good friends and I don’t know what his real name is? I then ask him what his mother calls him and he says, Daniel. Well, there you go! That IS his real name then, and I tell him as much.
This Luis thing is making me crazy.
He asks me when I am going to have a chocolate cake shot and I tell him that I don’t want to drink too many of those because I am alone and I have to be careful. I go ahead and order one, shoot it and order a cucumber mojito to go.
Daniel knows I like a generous rum floater on my cucumber mojito.
I say good-night and get a ride back to my room.
I open the door and there is a nice warm bubble bath waiting for me. No selfies of me in the bath.
My first day of my first solo vacation to Mexico has come to an end. My conclusion is that traveling solo at the Grand rocks!