We sleep until 8, which isn’t as late as it sounds because our bodies are probably still on mountain time,which would be 7, or would it be 6? The way Mexico bounces back and forth with their time change has totally confused me.
Zung takes some pictures, but it is really too late to even call it a Zungrise.
We walk to Bella Vista for breakfast. It’s so peaceful in the morning. The housekeeping staff is walking down the walkway. Any staff that you pass will usually acknowledge you. It may be a simple, “Hola!” Some of them will say “Buenos Dias.” It’s part of the charm of the Grand. You always feel like the employees are glad that you are there.
We see Azael as soon as we walk in. I give him a hug, and ask about his family. He remembers our usual drinks of coffee for Zung, English breakfast tea for me, and Mimosas. He also remembers that I like chillaquilles with no onion. How does he do it? Sometimes I can’t remember what I had for breakfast yesterday.
He brings them and they are really good. You know what Zung had, unless your a newbie to this blog. He always has an omelette. Every single day, every single time we come.
We also have Mimosas. Zung is drinking his faster than me, unless maybe this is my second, which is very possible,
Helen and Chris come in and sit at the table next to us. Zung goes to get his omelette and chats with Olivia. I go in to say hello to her, and get some fruit. Olivia says that since it is Zung’s birthday, her boss wants to make him a cake for dinner one night. She asks when is a good night. Tonight we are going to the Maya for dinner. I decide when we have our last dinner at the Grand with Chris and Helen. She gets some information. I decide to keep it a secret from Zung.
There are some kitties out on the terrace. They look like older kittens.
Helen says she wished they had smoked salmon. I tell her to ask. I call Angel over, so she can ask . He’s the manager. He tells her they will get some for tomorrow. That’s what it’s like at the Grand. In case I forget to mention in in a later post, they followed through with this request and had it for her every day, the rest of the time that she was here.
After breakfast I have to go to the lobby to get a new bracelet. I wanted the tails cut and Zung thought I wanted him to cut it off and it was halfway cut before I stopped him. Don’t even ask why he would think I would want him to cut it off entirely. We still had practically the whole week of our vacation to go! Trying to get inside the brain of a man is a scary place to go.
I get my bracelet from the lobby, and go back to the room. I get ready for the beach and go to the chairs that Zung claimed for us before breakfast. Gabriel, our favorite beach waiter is there, but he won’t be on our side after the other waiter arrives. I order a mimosa (don’t count how many I have, it’s not polite).
Zung comes out shortly after I have settled in. We take my “first day of vacation” picture.
We take a, Zung is drinking a margarita before noon, picture.
I can’t find my wristlet. This is a tiny purse like thing where I keep my room key, lip balm and money for tips. It is smaller than some women’s wallets, so it really can’t be considered a purse and is completely in keeping with my “I don’t carry a purse when I’m on vacation in Mexico” rule.
I think that it’s in the room. I go up, but can’t find it there. I tell the butler and concierge.
A Star Friend comes to chat. He has only been there two months. Those guys really turn over a lot. Unlike the rest of the staff, many of who have been here forever, even being transferred from the other Iberostar hotels before the Grand opened.
Helen and Chris come and sit behind us. Helen and I are talking and Chris takes my iPad when I’m not looking, and I think I’m going crazy when I go to look for it and can’t find it. Everyone is a comedian.
Steve and Janelle come by with presents. Janelle has a pretty bracelet for me, and they have cufflinks for Zung’s birthday. They are really nice. I have a necklace for her.
We get hungry. That must mean it’s lunchtime. I go up to our room first. And I find my wristlet! It is laying on a pair of dark denim shorts, and it is dark blue, which is why I didn’t see it the first time I came and looked. I’m not going crazy! I may be losing my vision, but that’s another thing entirely.
On to our first lunch of the vacation!