The Turtle Has Landed!
We landed on Sunday night, in fact – after midnight to us, after ten p.m. Local time – but by the time we got to our hotel by shuttle – we were w-a-y too tired to rent the car and drive it, especially as we had no idea where we were going - it was after midnight even here. We were barely capable of getting up to our room. In the morning, we found out that internet service at the hotel costs $9.95 per day (we're booked in for two weeks!) and I proceeded to have a major panic attack. After some thought, I figured there must be an internet cafe somewhere, and calmed down a little. In the course of the day, I never did see an internet cafe, at least not one advertising itself as such, but when the sun had gone down and we had sorted out the problem of parking our rental car (that costs $10 a day, too – this hotel is very big on charging $10 for this, $10 for that) I overheard something about a nearby cafe where I can go to use the internet for free. I'll happily buy a cup of coffee in the morning in order to have access to the internet, so that's the plan. I'm writing tonight, posting tomorrow. Shades of Mexico.
In fact, we keep being reminded of Mexico. First, there was the swimming pool, which we tried out this morning. It was colder than we expected (the water, not the air temperature, which is pretty well perfect) but once I got used to it, I was reminded of the pool at the tiny RV park where we stayed in Zihuatanejo. I nearly wore that pool out. Then, this evening we were sitting on the balcony, looking out over the surf and down the length of the beach. There's a restaurant that is lit with torches. The last time I saw that was in Zihuatanejo on the night of last year's Super Bowl, when we walked down the beach to the bar that was televising the game on a big screen.
I need to back up – for a couple of reasons. The first is to report that the cabin crew on our WestJet flight were just as friendly as their ads promise. One fellow had a standup routine that included a few groaners, but altogether made the dull business of laying out the rules a little more bearable. For instance, he told us that like all West Jet flights, this one was strictly non-smoking. “If you are caught smoking,” he said, “you will be asked to leave the plane immediately.” It did break the tedium. Really it did.
Then came this morning, when we drank the coffee we had made in the room, then headed down to Don the Beachcomber (the hotel restaurant) for breakfast. Robin went for the buffet, but I ordered a short stack of pancakes.
(This calls for a paragraph of its own. Read on. You'll understand.)
They were buttermilk pancakes, two of them, topped with macadamia nuts and served with whipped butter and coconut syrup. OMG.
Before we go home, I must go back and order those pancakes again. We've bought our box of Cheerios now to be our everyday breakfast, but at least once more before we go home, I will partake again of that absolutely orgasmic breakfast.