So relaxed that I don't care what my hair looks like! LOL We each had shrimp pizza, I had sangria and Gerald had a pina colada. If you’ve never had the sangria that they make on Isla, it’s wonderful. It’s made with a fizzy limeade (limonada?) that is so refreshing. With bellies full and bodies relaxed, we headed back to Media Luna to fall into a peaceful sleep with giant waves courtesy of Hurricane Charley serving as a lullaby. DAY TWO- Beaches, Bond and Crabs It was a beautiful Isla sunrise. Well..at least that’s what they told me. Gerald was sweet enough to slip out of the room when he woke up early. I don’t know if he was really just letting me sleep in, or if he wanted to spend some quality time with our new digital camera.
Either way I was thankful for the extra z’s. I woke up when he brought me a cup of coffee. We dressed and walked up the beach, picking up shells and marveling at the size of the waves. We had a delicious breakfast at M & J. I had a cazuela and Gerald had eggs and toast. I love their pineapple juice, but most of all I love their view. On one side, you have a stunning ocean view and on the other side, some of the best moped watching in town. I love to watch people cruise by on that curve, sometimes four to a moped. And, admittedly, I just love that curve of road. After a couple of margaritas we fly down it in the golf cart and it’s almost like a roller coaster. I laugh like a little kid every time.(More on that later.) We decided that the day would be best spent at the beach and headed to Playa Norte. We chose two chairs with an umbrella in front of Maria del Mar and spent a lovely morning lounging and enjoying total relaxation. I love to go out in the ocean and just sit and look at my island. I try to memorize it. We read, bought pepitos from Maria, drank pina coladas and had a fabulous time. A couple had built a pretty sandcastle. Sometime in the middle of the afternoon we decided to switch to the pool.We ordered food from Buho’s (our hotel staff will run out and pick up and serve to you at the pool). Media Luna had greatly improved on their pool scene since last year. Nice chaise lounges with white cushions and tables with white umbrellas were scattered around the turquoise pool. We noshed on ceviche, chicken nachos and the heavenly coconut ice cream that was to become our addiction for the week and chatted with some fellow travelers. Where is my cabana boy? Feeling tired from the efforts of lounging all day, (I know…don’t ya love it?) we adjourned to our room and fell into a deep sleep. So deep, in fact, that we slept for about four hours. When our eyes popped open it was dark. Feeling frightened that we missed dinner (No!!!) we showered and dressed and rambled down to Hidalgo. Fayne’s was hoppin’ and the food smelled great. We said hi to Sergio and he showed us to a table. Sean Connery (or someone who looked a lot like him) was sitting behind Gerald eating at Amigos. ] We did our best Connery-as-James-Bond imitations and dubbed his date ‘Miss Dinero-peso’. We wondered what sort of international affair was about to take place on Isla. OK…we’d had a couple of drinks (shaken, not stirred) and were having fun. I had coconut shrimp with mango sauce and Gerald had something, too. I don’t remember what it was, but I’m sure he liked it. We strolled home slowly (note the hotel is now referred to as ‘home’) and met a most interesting local. A hermit crab about four inches long was crossing the street downtown. I made the executive decision that he would be much better off on the beach, so we took him with us. I hoped that he had not been headed downtown to rendezvous with 007. Mr. Hermit Crab tried to crawl out of his shell and grab onto my hand several times on the way, but when I tapped my fingernail against his shell, he ducked back in. Be cool, dude. Safe on the sand, he scurried off, like he had somewhere to go. Maybe he did. I know I did. We went upstairs and went back to sleep. Thus ending another perfect day in paradise. DAY THREE – Hovering above Isla It’s golf cart day!!! Gerald woke up earlier than I did again and we started a nice routine of him bringing me coffee to the room that would continue for the rest of the trip. Maybe for the rest of our lives!? We dressed and walked around town, perusing a breakfast venue. We decided on Café Cito and took a table next to the window. Gerald ordered eggs and toast and I ordered pancakes. Gerald GOT eggs and toast and I got a soft boiled egg. Oh well…it was good anyway and I’m a sucker for those cute little cups they come in. Gerald was kind enough to share his potatoes and toast with me. We walked over to El Sol to rent a golf cart and headed south in our cool ride, looking for adventure. We drove down to the south end and stopped to take pictures of the postcard perfect view. We looked up and wow…the observation tower was up and running! We had never seen it running before and had been told that there was not enough electricity on the south end of the island to run it, but there it was. We drove over to investigate and sure enough…it was open for business, well, as soon as the lady who sells the tickets gets here. (I love Mexico.) They let us wait inside the circle that goes up the tower, which was mercifully air conditioned. A few minutes later, we were sold ticket for $9 US each. A little pricey, but how could we resist the bird’s eye view? The enclosed circular seating area rose above the island and turned as it rose. We were the only ones aboard. The view was fantastic! We could see all the way to the north end and the color of the water was gorgeous! We took lots of pictures as we spun above the island and then came back to earth. We thanked everyone and headed off on our golf cart. We toured the island, but after a while it was so hot that we decided that nothing sounded better than a trip to the pool. I could almost feel the steam rising as I slipped into the water. Ahh. We camped out in chaise lounges and were too lazy to move for quite a while. I think that this is the day that we met our ‘pool friends’. We were lucky enough to share a hotel and pool with some of the nicest people. There was Herb and Joyce, from Wisconsin, who were lots of fun and always good for a laugh. And there was Steve, Nikki, and their son, Clayton, from Indiana. Steve, Nikki and Clayton were the sentinels of the pool. Almost every time we went out to the pool, they were there with a friendly and welcoming manner and an interesting tidbit about Isla or a restaurant recommendation. Steve even shared his birthday cake with us after we sang what could only be described as the most pathetic rendition of ‘Happy Birthday’ in history. It was fantastic tres leche cake, especially when eaten in the pool.
Steve, Nikki and Clayton from Indiana