The other day while we bobbed around the pool Max asked me, “do you want to go to Eddie’s on Tuesday?”
“Sure,” I replied. “Why not?” Now, I have no idea where or what Eddie’s is, and I thought maybe a few of us would be just going out for a nice, casual dinner. I’m still working hard on this ‘saying YES’ thing and here was another opportunity to jump in, say ‘YES’ and interact with other friendly humans.
“Everyone here is going,” she said.
“Oh! Like what do you mean by everybody?”
“And it’s a bar and also St Paddy’s Day.”
Okay, so the first thing that pops into my head is, “fuck that shit,” followed by, “how are we going to get out of this?” And luckily, we did actually have an ‘out.’ Gypsy Soul House https://www.gypsysoulhousemx.com/ . . . March 17th . . . already booked in . . . Spa Day!!! Nordic hydrotherapy and massage, and that doesn’t work so well when you follow that up with a bunch of drunken middle-aged white people drinking green beer and singing ‘take me down to Paradise City where the grass is green and the girls are pretty.’ Yeah, I don’t need to experience that. Namaste people, namaste!
And about that spa day . . . scrubs, showers, cucumber on your eyes, infrared, steam, cold plunge, hot pool, orange infused mineral water . . . this shit is way out of my wheelhouse. I’m fucking terrified. Max can’t stop laughing. “What’s so funny?”
“Well,” she said, “the robe you have on doesn’t quite cover everything.”
“Oh, right on!” I’m told this while we are waiting to go in for our massages.
“You’re just having like the worst day ever, aren’t you?”
I’m sitting on a sun lounger all self-conscious and worried about showing more than what may be deemed appropriate, and no, this was not a ton of fun. I asked, “how much more do we have to do here?”
“We have massage now, for one hour.”
“One hour? Oh. My. God.”
Okay, so the massage was amazing; I haven’t felt this good in weeks! Max booked us therapeutic massages too, no foo foo, relaxing shit. The massage therapist wasn’t very big, but she had some strong hands; I might have squealed. Anyway, I don’t think that Max will be taking me to the spa again.
Friday, 10 am it’s already 85 degrees Fahrenheit, a bit warm for so early in the day, so early in the year. I have breakfast: cereal, pastry, cantaloupe and mango and I conclude that I like mango better as a ‘sunrise;’ it’s probably a texture thing. I think about turning on the A/C but decide not to; “too early,” I tell myself, and “nobody’s going to be inside anyway.” It’s ‘hot as beejeezus’ here but the alternative has had WIND WARNING attached to it all week and soon enough so will we; the sunshine shall be savoured, heat be damned!
Costa Azul – it’s about a 5-minute walk from us. NOT a swimmable beach. Oh, and fishermen apparently caught a couple of sharks here too. You can however see humpback whales just offshore at this time of year as they make their annual pilgrimage here from the Arctic.
One of our more colourful patrons who joined us for an afternoon swim, but the dink shit in the pool, can you believe that?
Saturday night in Centro, San Jose del Cabo. It’s Festival this week, and no until now we had not taken in any of the events that have gone on, and on this night to be honest I had no idea what was going on. There were two stages set up, one with nothing happening but people sitting around in neat rows waiting, and the other with Festival stuff in Spanish that some people were watching and some weren’t. Elsewhere in the Square multiple screens were pounding out David Guetta’s ‘Titanium’ from a concert piped in from Miami I think and the crowd was a boppin’. Enrique Iglesias (for real) was headlining a free concert somewhere just outside of town, but he wasn’t even scheduled to hit the stage till 11pm, so for these party people (and no joke, Mexican people can party) this was going to be a long night. We are most definitely NOT party people and were basically wandering about just taking it all in while casually shopping for little knickknacks for home, and a coffee cup for me because I really wanted one. Yes I know lol, this is what it has come to.
Sunday, our last full day here. I’m in my usual spot on our patio. I can see the pool and everyone at the pool but really, I think I’m good where I’m at. I’ll go over when I get too hot, if I get too hot, but right now this is a comfortable spot, and I’m like really busy. Drinking sweet tea and doing laundry and watching the departure of all the planes from SJD. When you fly home and look down just before you see the sea, you might see me, or probably not, but I see you, and I feel your pain. Flightradar24, the favourite app of plane spotting geeks like me the World over. If you know, you know.
Monday, our last full day here, AGAIN! At 0804 this morning we were notified by text that our flight itinerary ‘has been disrupted.’ What that means is WestJet canceled our flight for tonight. Just like that! When we finally contacted them and asked why, their reply was simply . . . ‘operational.’ Okay, so right on! Luckily we don’t need to find further accommodation (small perk of ownership I guess), but this cancellation is a massive pain in the ass for a good many people!
For us . . . we selected new seats, re-arranged our airport transportation for tomorrow, checked with our house sitter, and sorted our parking and hotel in Calgary . . . and at 9:59 am as I’m sitting at our kitchen table drinking coffee (from my new cup incidentally) , I hear a kind of roar and I’m like, “ HOLY SHIT we’re having a fucking EARTHQUAKE! Like God reached down and gave the whole World a good shake! 4.5 magnitude apparently, in case you are wondering. Yeah . . . first time I’ve ever felt anything like that.
Cool eh? So how’s your day going?
Me? Well yeah . . . I think siesta is in order, no? Followed by sunshine, serotonin and ceviche. Gotta make the best of this, right?
Buenas tardes / noches me amigos y amigas!