It’s been a truly perfect day! Another lovely morning walk about, followed by a lie in the sun . . . seems the more I do that, the more my skin turns brown and my hair turns lighter . . . funny how that works . . . then a swim, a shower, and, a walk back to the market to re-stock the fruit. Follow that with a dinner of homemade (left over) chicken quesadillas and I’d say it was a perfect day. I’m beginning to think that Mandy was right . . it’s only been a few days . . . . the weather IS perfect. . . it's going to be tough when the time comes to go back home . . . I think i could stay here a long while.
Anyway, after dinner we decided to visit a nearby coffee shop for a little dessert. I had discovered this spot on my walk this morning . . . they sell only La Pluma coffee. We were introduced to this Mexican grown coffee last year while visiting our friends, Bonnie and Dale Ganske who now own a home and spend their winter in Huatulco. La Pluma is a mountain village about an hour and a half drive from Huatulco. Charlie loves it and we’ll be sure to buy some beans to take home, as we did last year.
Now to back up just a little . . . what we haven’t reported yet is that since our first day here we’ve been visited by a few of those nasty critters every night . . . you guessed it . . . La Cucharachas! And to further set the scene . . . the main entrance to our unit is into the kitchen . . . and off the kitchen is the bathroom where they seem to be headed in search of water. There is a secondary door from the bedroom that leads out to our little patio area and the pool. Further, the kitchen door has a sliding bolt closure with a small padlock that can be used inside or out and the bedroom door locks only from the inside. So, last night, we decided that these critters must be coming in under the kitchen door where we discovered there is about a half inch gap between the door and the floor. So, we decided to block that gap with a towel . . . and voila . . . no critters were seen the rest of the night. Hooray! Now, back to tonight . . . we’re getting ready to leave when Charlie tells me he’s put the towel under the door now, so as not to find any of the relatives of the fellows we stomped on last night (before the ingenious towel method) decide to come looking for them before we get back. I screw up my face and ask what if the door sticks and we can’t get back in . . . stupid, I know, but. . . It’ll be OK, he says, and we leave by the bedroom door. So . . . back to that perfect day . . . we’re walking back ‘home’ from coffee and dessert and commenting on what a great day it’s been and both of us asking “do you realize we’re the only ones here today?” . . . just us and the cleaning staff. We come thru the front gate and proceed down the passageway that the guests use to get to the inner gate and enter the courtyard. Uh-oh . . . the second gate is locked. Hmm, we haven’t had this before . . . but wait, there’s two keys on the ring that we were given . . . maybe this is what the second one is for. Ta-da, still a perfect day. Now, we’re ten feet from our door and I can’t believe what I’m not seeing – the padlock on the outside of the kitchen door. I turn to Charlie and say “you locked the door on the inside” yikes! Remember, there’s no-one else around . . . the staff have gone home, Mary Jane is at the ranch, Mandy and Kate left this morning, and we haven’t seen Mary Jane’s son, Gabriel, since yesterday. OMG, we’re screwed!! We have no cell phone, or Mary Jane’s number on us anyway, only a few pesos in our pockets, and very little local language. We may be sleeping on the deckchairs tonight, with only the resident two cats to keep us warm. Luckily though, we’re in Mexico . . . where the construction is not quite like home . . . at least not like JDK would have left it. The screen on the bedroom window is held in place by three screws that are only turned in half way. They’re pretty rusty but we managed to unscrew these with our bare hands and I got the honour of climbing thru the window. Safe inside at last. And, NO Cucarachas!! It’s truly has been a Perfect Day!.
arrrgggg . . . Don’t know if it is the music we can hear from the bar down the block or the late night cappuccino, but I haven’t been able to get to sleep. So, it is 1:30 in the morning and here I’ve been sitting for an hour. Oh well . . . the blog is caught up, the music has stopped . . . think I’ll try that sleeping thing again . . . we have plans for a fun day tomorrow.
Note to self: next time, stick to the dessert, let Charlie enjoy his coffee. Yeah! I think that’ll be a good plan.
Anyway, after dinner we decided to visit a nearby coffee shop for a little dessert. I had discovered this spot on my walk this morning . . . they sell only La Pluma coffee. We were introduced to this Mexican grown coffee last year while visiting our friends, Bonnie and Dale Ganske who now own a home and spend their winter in Huatulco. La Pluma is a mountain village about an hour and a half drive from Huatulco. Charlie loves it and we’ll be sure to buy some beans to take home, as we did last year.
Now to back up just a little . . . what we haven’t reported yet is that since our first day here we’ve been visited by a few of those nasty critters every night . . . you guessed it . . . La Cucharachas! And to further set the scene . . . the main entrance to our unit is into the kitchen . . . and off the kitchen is the bathroom where they seem to be headed in search of water. There is a secondary door from the bedroom that leads out to our little patio area and the pool. Further, the kitchen door has a sliding bolt closure with a small padlock that can be used inside or out and the bedroom door locks only from the inside. So, last night, we decided that these critters must be coming in under the kitchen door where we discovered there is about a half inch gap between the door and the floor. So, we decided to block that gap with a towel . . . and voila . . . no critters were seen the rest of the night. Hooray! Now, back to tonight . . . we’re getting ready to leave when Charlie tells me he’s put the towel under the door now, so as not to find any of the relatives of the fellows we stomped on last night (before the ingenious towel method) decide to come looking for them before we get back. I screw up my face and ask what if the door sticks and we can’t get back in . . . stupid, I know, but. . . It’ll be OK, he says, and we leave by the bedroom door. So . . . back to that perfect day . . . we’re walking back ‘home’ from coffee and dessert and commenting on what a great day it’s been and both of us asking “do you realize we’re the only ones here today?” . . . just us and the cleaning staff. We come thru the front gate and proceed down the passageway that the guests use to get to the inner gate and enter the courtyard. Uh-oh . . . the second gate is locked. Hmm, we haven’t had this before . . . but wait, there’s two keys on the ring that we were given . . . maybe this is what the second one is for. Ta-da, still a perfect day. Now, we’re ten feet from our door and I can’t believe what I’m not seeing – the padlock on the outside of the kitchen door. I turn to Charlie and say “you locked the door on the inside” yikes! Remember, there’s no-one else around . . . the staff have gone home, Mary Jane is at the ranch, Mandy and Kate left this morning, and we haven’t seen Mary Jane’s son, Gabriel, since yesterday. OMG, we’re screwed!! We have no cell phone, or Mary Jane’s number on us anyway, only a few pesos in our pockets, and very little local language. We may be sleeping on the deckchairs tonight, with only the resident two cats to keep us warm. Luckily though, we’re in Mexico . . . where the construction is not quite like home . . . at least not like JDK would have left it. The screen on the bedroom window is held in place by three screws that are only turned in half way. They’re pretty rusty but we managed to unscrew these with our bare hands and I got the honour of climbing thru the window. Safe inside at last. And, NO Cucarachas!! It’s truly has been a Perfect Day!.
arrrgggg . . . Don’t know if it is the music we can hear from the bar down the block or the late night cappuccino, but I haven’t been able to get to sleep. So, it is 1:30 in the morning and here I’ve been sitting for an hour. Oh well . . . the blog is caught up, the music has stopped . . . think I’ll try that sleeping thing again . . . we have plans for a fun day tomorrow.
Note to self: next time, stick to the dessert, let Charlie enjoy his coffee. Yeah! I think that’ll be a good plan.
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