Terrific Tuesday in La Paz

In my last post I complained that all of us ex-pats miss customer service. We want to be able to return items to stores and not be made to feel like we have stolen mother’s milk from a starving baby.

And we want to contract services and have the work done on the day we are told things will be done.

And if we enter a shop and need assistance, we do not want to wait for the clerk to finish jabbering on her cell phone before she helps us.

On Tuesday Mary and I went in to town to pick up my repaired eyeglasses from Optica Valdez, and my repaired necklace from the designer at Artesanos on the Malecon. From there we were going to meet up with Melanie, who was at the dentist, and have a coffee at Cafe Exquisito.

So it went like this:

On Saturday I took my collapsed, broken and irreparable eyeglass frames to the optical shop. Since I still have stitches in my eye from a corneal transplant, I did not want new lenses yet. So the shop assistant and I searched for some frames that would fit my existing micas (lenses). We found a pair of raspberry wire frames. I call them “vintage” in other words they seem a bit outré. She said they would be ready on Monday after 3:00 p.m. I said I would be in on Tuesday morning. I left my old frames and lenses and my business card. No deposit required.

On Tuesday morning when I went back, my glasses were ready. The bill? $300 PESOS, around $25.00!

My $25.00 retro frames

Last week MissMeliss was visiting. She surprised me with a gorgeous necklace I had admired in the Artesano (artisan shop). It is a big shop filled with handmade crafts using materials from Southern Baja. There are black pearls in silver setting. Racks and racks of jewelry made from shells, handmade purses and clothing, replica cave paintings, artisan vanilla and other goodies. All of the artists have their assigned days to be on duty in the store.

The necklace broke the minute I tried to wear it. I went in to the shop a few days later (no receipt) and asked for it to be repaired. One of the artists in attendance called Ivonne the designer. She thought I was a tourist that needed to make a flight and said she would rush over and repair it on the spot. I said I could wait. Later she emailed me and called me and we discussed the necklace. Then a few days later she sent me a text message saying my necklace was ready and she would drive it out to my house. Instead I offered to come in town on her duty day. So on Tuesday when I walked into the Artesano and said my name, I was greeted with a smile and a big hug. The necklace is repaired, and Ivonne added a second set of earrings as a thank you.

My repaired and gorgeous shell necklace

While waiting for us, Melanie had a nice, long, friendly conversation with the parking guard at her dentist’s office, who allowed her to leave her new car there for a few hours. ( Just like any city, parking is a big issue in La Paz, and people will take up all of the spaces in front of an office or shop even if they are not doing business there, and the building owners will have cars towed). He also suggested some places where she might find a battery for her old Ford Explorer. We did our errands, had a coffee, and went back for her car. The guard came over to say no one bothered her car, and he looked forward to seeing her again.

Mary went off to a birthday luncheon with her “Ya-Ya” group. And Melanie and I went to La Concha for a beachside lunch of a tropical chicken salad. The service was slow, but nothing untoward happened, and we lingered.

Next stop: the Quaker state store that was recommended by Juan the parking guard. Did you know that 1991 Ford Explorers have a very small sized battery?

One of the things we do when we are on the hunt for goods is to anticipate all of the questions that could come up. We measure the item we are replacing. Copy any and all numbers, letters and names. As ex-pats we are usually replacing US goods we brought down with us. We may be buying something with a US name on it, but it was either made for the foreign market or manufactured here. So we try to be good Girl Scouts and be prepared.
Good thing Melanie had measured her old battery. Nothing in the Quaker state store would fit.
So off to the Ford dealer. Would you believe it, no battery to fit the old Explorer. He did bring a few batteries out for Melanie to measure. Another customer waiting for parts suggested a place we might try, and the parts man at the Ford dealer called them for us. No go. Maybe COSTCO will have it. There are a lot of old Fords driving around La paz, they all use batteries.
This Tuesday would fall into the category of TERRIFIC!
There are other days when we can find nothing on our list, no one wamnts to help, and there’s no parking.

So What is it Like to Be an Ex-Pat in Mexico…Really?

By Susan Klindienst Fogel

So what is it like to be an ex-pat in Mexico…really? That is the question we are often asked by our guests.
We rent our little guesthouse to vacationers, and from the outside looking in, we live an exotic, dream life in paradise.

Think about it; we have a lovely modern home on the beach. My beloved walks to his job as the science editor at a federal research agency. Did I say that he walks to work along the BEACH? He comes home for lunch. And most days we have grilled grass-fed Sonoran beef, or fresh local seafood that has been delivered to our door.

I work from home, writing, and building an internet business about my passion: sewing. I have a perfectly appointed office with a view across the pool and out to the beach.

We have an international set of friends, and entertain and are entertained often.

And those things are all good.

Even after 10 years, I miss many things about my life in California. Things like PBS, fabric stores, bookstores, and just being able to buy things -especially clothing- and have them work. If not I want to be able to return them without a fight. And customers service…that is a big thing we all miss here.

On the other hand medical care is excellent and cheap when compared to the US. Our doctors take their time, they listen and they are accessible. Do you have the cell phone number of your doctors? I do.
When I walk into one of the two cafes I frequent, my drink is being made before I order. The parking lot attendant downtown meets me at the curb and takes my car to park. During holidays when there are thousands of people downtown, I am allowed in the lot when others are turned away.

Don’t get me started on trying to find all of the ingredients for a special recipe, even if they are ingredients that were in the store two weeks ago, and today they are not.

And then there is the Mexican banking system…it makes the US banks look warm and fuzzy. Have you ever been chased down the street by the bank manager after they made an error and he wanted to still tell us what we did wrong? My friend and I were!

But one bank, Bancomer, has figured out what foreigners need and want and have developed a Preferred Customer Unit with bi-lingual personal banking officers that have lived in the US or Canada. On the busiest day we can go to the Preferred Client line, and be taken ahead of all the others. The tellers are not as amiable and service oriented as the personal banking officers, but they do take us ahead of the pack.
So we count the blessings we have, mourn the things we don’t and in general live a good life, on the beach in the City of Peace.

And we have come to understand why Mexicans will commiserate with you about most things, then suggest you have some Tequila.

Ten Things to Do on a Slow Day in La Paz

Just another day doing as little as possible, wearing as little as possible
]Ten Things to Do On a Slow Day
By Susan Klindienst Fogel

1. Rise with the sun
2. Brew coffee
3. Drink coffee on the pool terrace while gazing across the bay
4. Walk the dog on the beach
5. Swim naked
6. Answer email and write in blog
7. Design something to sew
8. Make a delicious lunch for my beloved and linger at the table with him
9. Take a siesta in a hammock
10. Listen to palms swish and waves break
11. Take an afternoon shower
12. Give myself a mini facial
13. Watch the sun set
14. And the moon rise
15. Have an evening glass of wine
16. Repeat steps 1-15 daily or as needed

Ok so there were a few more than 10. I have a lot to cram into a day

How to Date Hot Mexican Girls?

How to Date Hot Mexican Girls?
By Susan Klindienst Fogel
I am flabbergasted, gobsmacked, down right angry.

And today I am talking about an article in the Building Baja Newsletter This is the title:
Hey Boys, Why Dating a Hot Mexican Girl May Not Be as Fun Or Easy as it Sounds

This is written by Cathy Brown, who states that she is a writer: Well she needs to learn some grammar.
And secondly, she needs to wake up and smell the century.

I read the article. I thought it would be a cautionary tale about a certain class of young Mexican women and a certain class of over-the-hill, horny and misguided Gringo men. Here’s the tale that needs to be plastered on billboards, then we’ll get back to Ms. Brown’s article.

These Gringo men seek out young, sexy Mexican girls the way some men seek out young sexy Asian girls and for the same reason: they think these girls are submissive, pliable and will perform sexually. And Ms. Brown is right in one aspect: many young women find older foreign men alluring. But,they also think these men are rich, because they can go to the ATM and get money any time they want.

These men look like idiots with their grey pony tails, stringy arms and spindly legs, squiring a fresh young thing around town. And they do idiotic things like have babies with their new found love. Many of these old farts buy houses and put the property in their new wife or girlfriend’s name. They don’t want to pay the fees to own their property the right way in Mexico. Next thing you know, besotted Gringo is divorced, has no home and is on the hook for child support for 18 years. Their young love has discovered many truths about thier man and one being they are not rich.
Do I feel sorry for them? Not at all? Do I think they are stupid…you betcha!
Does this really happen here? More often than you would think.
Should these men be warned: well yes, but they don’t listen. They are not thinking with the head that houses their brain.
Should the girls be warned? OF course. They are young and in love and cannot think either.

Now Ms. Brown talks about opening doors for your new love, being a real Casanova, whispering endearments, giving long, bedroom-eyed looks,(and faking the romance while trying not to laugh) and walking on the street side.

And she suggests doing this on the first meeting.

And she suggests that heavy necking in public, and nuzzling even at the piano recital of your love’s little sister is expected and accepted. Not at any Mexican family gathering, or piano recital that I have attended in the last 10 years.

My Mexican women friends find the sexy boob-popping clothes, stiletto heels and skin tight jeans sported by some Mexican girls as silly as the girls look trying to navigate the potholes, bumps and puddles on La Paz sidewalks.

The Mexican women in my life: my hairdresser, my cleaning woman, my scientist and doctor friends, my lawyer, my architect, the designer I have recently met, would be as offended by this silly article as I am.

Dating between cultures has it’s hitches and glitches, but treating another person as your equal, engaging them in relevant conversation, and learning about their dreams, and interests is what builds a relationship. Not silly Telly Novella mooning and swooning.

What is scary about this article, is that Ms. Brown brags about being a mother, then proceeds to tell boys to fake romance and move fast on a young girl. Does she tell them what comes next? Does she warnt them to keep their pants zipped? No and no.

Any man that came on to a confident competent woman by following Ms. Brown’s advice would find himself alone in a hurry.
Any man or boy that comes on strong with a young, impressionable girl will find themsleves parenting their young love and a baby.
And by the way guys (old and young): babies are made the same way south of the border as in the old country…use a condom.
Do you want to really know how to date Hot Mexican Girls? Take them to an air conditioned restaurant and TREAT THEM WITH RESPECT.

Sunday at the Beach in El Comitan, La Paz Baja California Sur

We could push it to La Paz!

Sunday at the Beach
By Susan Klindienst Fogel

Sunday at the beach.
What does that evoke for you? Sun, sand, brightly colored umbrellas? Kids yelling, waves breaking? Girls gathered ‘round the lifeguard stand?
Maybe a small plane would fly by trailing a message about Bob’s Lobster Pot, or a yacht would motor by causing some bigger waves to play in?
All of these were part of Sundays at the beach when I was a kid growing up on the New Jersey shore.
Now I live in La Paz, Baja California Sur…right on the beach. I mean my front yard is sand.
There are no lifeguards. There are families that come in their cars laden with coolers, tables, tarps and picnic tents. The kids fly kites, play soccer, and have all kinds of flotation devices. But that is later on Sunday afternoon.
In the mornings on Sunday and all day for the other six days of the week, our beach is mostly deserted. Even though my pool is beachfront I could saunter around on the terrace naked and no one would be there to see me.
Today, we returned home after breakfast with friends. I heard a noise that sounded like a light plane flying low, and looked out the sliding glass door to see a white seaplane skimming the water then landing.
Still dressed in our Sunday go to town clothes ( nothing like what we wore in New Jersey, but still more than we would wear just hanging around the pool…see naked above) Patricia and I went down to the water’s edge. Had we been wearing shorts we could have waded out to the floating plane.
It looked like they were having engine trouble and the tiny waves were enough to move the plane around.
Since we could not wade out (and we badly wanted to) we decided we had seen enough). As we walked back to the house we heard the engine splutter, then stutter, then come to life. The little white plane with yellow trim sped across the bay, making a frothy white wake, and took off.
And here are the pictures I snapped.

Gathering speed to take off, headed for La Paz
They're up and over the Bay of La Paz in El Comitan, heading for La Paz or the open sea!

Breakfast Crepes at El Trocadero with Miss Meliss in La Paz

Breakfast At El Trocadero in La Paz

By Susan Klindienst Fogel

Miss Meliss had been here for 10 wonderful days. Ten days of mother/daughter bonding.
Yesterday was her last full day of playing and eating and beach COMBING.
I just dropped her at the airport.
We had a wonderful time together, and by taking her places in town I re-discovered the beauty that is La Paz.
One of the newer restaurants in town, El Trocadero is a delightful, modern restaurant with a French flavor.
Some of my women friends took me there for my birthday a while back.
And I ticked it off as one on my list of places to bring Miss Meliss.

And that is a photo of the wonderful crepes with platanos ( bananas) and Nutella.

Mother and Daughter Reunion

Mother Daughter Pedicure La Paz Malecon Beach
Mother and Daughter Pedicure
By Susan Klindienst Fogel

Well MissMeliss came to visit. She arrived last Tuesday after completing a marathon of flights and plane and airline changes to get here from Dallas using miles.

But it has been wonderful to have her here by herself to while away the days.
We have had lazy days of sitting around the pool, reading and enjoying a margarita or two.

Tere my hairdresser, manicurist, massage therapist came and gave us pedicures. Yes my dear readers, my hairdresser comes to the house! I have installed a shampoo sink, chair and manicure stool so she can work properly and we can both be comfortable.

We had new color a hot pink called “That’s Berry Daring” an OPI color, hot and bright and oh so tropical. It was one of te many wonderful gifts Melisa brought me!
After a lovely lunch at Azul Marino in Marina Costa Baja, we sauntered down the Malecon ( like a board walk) and sat in the soft white sand.
The next day we went into town and lunched at the Cantina Mejicana also in Costa Baja, and also serving gorgeous and delicious food!
We, well MissMeliss, took lots of photos and sent them to Facebook via her iPhone, which she keeps tucked demurely in her bra. And the comments rolled in. They said things like: “Beautiful!” “You are bragging.” “Now you are really bragging!” “I want to be there.” And “I am jealous!” Her friends all over the US of A wanted to be adopted as my daughter so they could sit on the beach sipping mocha and gaze on azure waters. I am sure that “with your mother” was part of their adoption wish. I am a cool mother, as I have been told so many times.
She’s a seductress, my Melissa, she took photos of the food, the views, shells, our feet, and anything she thought would delight her friends.
Those are our feet on the Malecon beach in downtown La Paz.
My two and her one. Nice pedicure, Yes?

Mother’s Day Two Videos with the Words of the Mother’s Day Proclamation

 Mother’s Day is NOT a Hallmark Moment

By Susan Fogel

May 3, 2010

Mother’s Day: What do you think of when you hear those words? Going to church with the whole family? Maybe you and your siblings pitched in and bought a corsage for  your mother?

 And then after church, Mother cooked for everyone?

  Did you make cards and gifts in school?

 When I was growing up, my sisters and I would make a crown for Mom and bring her breakfast in bed.We would get all dressed up and go to church. And Mom would come home and cook a big Sunday dinner for us and the extended family. Not much different than any other Sunday in the 50’s and 60’s. Mother’s of the last century had one day supposedly to themselves, maybe they had a few hours with thweir feet up.

As we got older we spent more money on Mom and less time with her.

 And when I became a mother, my daughter made Mother’s Day very special. Sometimes she would present me with some  pansies and marigolds, a flower pot and potting soil. We would  re-plant the flowers together. As she got older, she made Mother’s Day more interesting with handmade cards, songs, poems, and meals she cooked, or arranged at a restaurant. And another time she flew from Sioux Falls to California with friends and surpised me with her visit. It was wonderful. She is wonderful.

 And now she is flying down from Dallas to spend a long 10 days with me. She has to take three flights to get here and pay a dog sitter, but she is coming and we will walk on the beach, talk, read, sew and just be together.

 My mother used to say the best gift you can give to an elder is your time. And she is right.

 There is another aspect to Mother’s Day:

 It is a day that Woodrow Wilson proclaimed as a holiday. It is a day for which t Julia Ward  Howe wrote the Mother’s Day Proclamation in 1872.

Julia Ward Howe was a feminist, abolitionist, pacifist, poet, playwright, mother and also author of The Battle Hymn of the Republic. She was commissioned by Presoident Wilson to write The Mother’s Day Proclamation

Here are two videos both with actors you know reciting the words of her Mother’s Day Proclamation.

And video number 2:

To learn more about this remarkable woman go here: Julia Ward Howe

And here are the words of the Mother’s Day Proclamation for you to read:
Julia Ward Howe
Arise then…women of this day!
Arise, all women who have hearts!
Whether your baptism be of water or of tears!
Say firmly:
“We will not have questions answered by irrelevant agencies,
Our husbands will not come to us, reeking with carnage,
For caresses and applause.
Our sons shall not be taken from us to unlearn
All that we have been able to teach them of charity, mercy and patience.
We, the women of one country,
Will be too tender of those of another country
To allow our sons to be trained to injure theirs.”

From the bosom of a devastated Earth a voice goes up with
Our own. It says: “Disarm! Disarm!
The sword of murder is not the balance of justice.”
Blood does not wipe out dishonor,
Nor violence indicate possession.
As men have often forsaken the plough and the anvil
At the summons of war,
Let women now leave all that may be left of home
For a great and earnest day of counsel.
Let them meet first, as women, to bewail and commemorate the dead.
Let them solemnly take counsel with each other as to the means
Whereby the great human family can live in peace…
Each bearing after his own time the sacred impress, not of Caesar,
But of God –
In the name of womanhood and humanity, I earnestly ask
That a general congress of women without limit of nationality,
May be appointed and held at someplace deemed most convenient
And the earliest period consistent with its objects,
To promote the alliance of the different nationalities,
The amicable settlement of international questions,
The great and general interests of peace.

Green Chile Soup

Green Chile Soup
By Susan Fogel

Lunch is ready!

First off C-H-I-L-E is the way we spell the word that means hot peppers in English. Next, we are using the poblano chile the big, shiny, long, dark green peppers you see in the grocery store. And lastly, some like it cold, we like it hot. That means a touch picante ( spicy hot) and caliente (temperature hot).

This is different from the cream of green chile soup one finds in the Duarte Hotel near Pescadero in California. That’s US California, not one of the states of the Baja Peninsula. We have a Pescadero here in Southern Baja. While this is a creamy, green soup it has no cream in it.

My husband says I can never make enough of it. And he also thinks that what I make is all for him.
The last batch I made was enough to serve six people. I had one bowl and never saw another drop. The morning after I made it, I saw the big Dutch oven on the stove and thought “ I’ll heat up the leftover soup and have some for breakfast.” I lifted the lid to see a shiny, clean pot. He had finished if off.

I marched into the bedroom where the senor was still snoring away and shouted:
“ You ate all the soup !” I said. His response from deep under the covers was “ Well you made it for me didn’t you?”
Well actually no, I thought we would get two meals out of it…silly me. And the soup is the reason for this post.
I mentioned in a few emails that I was making Green Chile Soup. A few friends said to send the recipe; others said they would be right over.

And that is another problem in our marriage: my beloved believes that any and all green chile soup or arroz verde (green rice) is made just for him. He hates it when I make these dishes for company, it means he must be polite and share. And he glares at me if I offer guests seconds. Two Christmases ago I made dozens of jars of the soup as gifts, he hated to see each one leave the house.

So here is the way I make the soup.
4-6 nicely shaped Poblano chiles

Gorgeous, Poblano Chiles

Couple cloves of garlic
Half an onion
Two beef bouillon cubes ( or bouillon of your choice)
¼ cup blanched almonds or toasted walnuts
Cut off the stem end of the chile
Remove the seeds and veins (you may want to wear plastic gloves, they can burn)
Like this:

Gorgeous Poblano chiles

Roast the Chiles on the grill, under the broiler or on a BBQ fork right in the gas flame on you stove until they look like this:

jusicy roasted poblanos
Poblanos cut and deviened

Once you have roasted the chiles put them in a plastic bag to sweat for 15 minutes.

Poblano chiles sweating

At the same time brown the garlic and onions in a Dutch oven
Grind up the bouillon and the blanched almonds in the blender
Add four cups of water and blend again.

After the chiles have cooled enough for you to handle slide off the outer skin.
Then cut them in strips. Toss them in the big Dutch oven brown them a little. Actually you are just tossing them in the olive oil, onion and garlic mixture.

Add the water with the bouillon. Bring to a boil, simmer for 20 minutes.
It will look like this:

Green Chile Soup almost ready

Then puree the soup in the blender until it is creamy. Do this in manageable quantities.
It will look like this:

Gorgeous, Creamy Green Chile Soup

A dollop of sour cream adds a nice cool touch.
Or come to the beach and I’ll make it for you!

How I Spent my Birthday: The Dog Almost Died, the Car Did Die, But I Had a Great Celebration

Birthday girl in the garden at Posada La Poza
To all of you that sent me birthday wishes, THANK YOU!
It is a wonderful feeling to have so many people send me messages of good will.
I was told to be pampered, be happy, to enjoy the day and to eat cake!
And I did it all.
But the day did not start like that.
We got up early on Saturday with the intention of making the bed, doing the breakfast dishes, delivering Jenny Penny ( our new doggie) to a friend , picking up the Kahlua chocolate cheese cake at Delikat and heading south to Todos Santos.

It all fell apart when Jennifer left her bed, sprawled on the cool tile floor, and then had a seizure.
It was awful. She is a rescue dog, and old, we did not know if she had a stroke, or a heart attack. She was non-responsive, her eyes were blinking wildly, then rolled back in her head and every breath looked like her last. We stroked her and cooed to her, and prepared for the worst. Then she sat up slowly, looked bewildered and stumbled to the door.

We called the vet at home, he told us to bring her in and he would keep her overnight.

We headed to town, the car started to overheat. So we pulled into the CCC grocery store lot. My beloved went to get water for the radiator, and to buy some coolant. But, as he was pouring the water in, it came out the bottom just as quickly. “We cannot drive the car to Todos Santos like thi.s” I said, or wailed, or whined.
“ I know” said my beloved.
“ So let’s rent a car” said I. We can leave Betty Blazer ( the Chevy) here for the weekend. Or we can call Oscar.
Oscar is our general saint on wheels. He built our pool, completed our HoneyMoon Hut, Keeps our 1998 Chevy Blazer roadworthy, and what he cannot invent or repair, well he knows someone that can do the job. We call him “ El Salvador” , The Savior.

I called Oscar , he came with his son Oscar “numero dos” and commenced to work on the car.
I called Dollar Rent a Car in town. We use them to reserve cars for our guests at the HoneyMoon Hut.
I told them my sad tale about it being my birthday, the sick dog, and the dead Chevy.
They said a client had just returned a VW Jetta, it was not cleaned, but they would have it ready full of gas for me. And my rate would be $700 pesos or $59.00 US.

“ Could you send someone to CCC and collect me?”
“Yes of course, Senora Susana.”
And so in a few minutes a smiling young man arrived to take me back to the Dollar office to arrange for the car.
We sped off. The paperwork was ready, in less than 10 minutes I had new wheels.
Meanwhile back at the scene of the Chevy the two Oscars were busy doing CPR on Betty Blazer.

Oscar said, “ It will be Ok, I’ll take the car home, work on it, oh and Jenny is in the car, where do you want me to take her?”
“ We are taking her to Dr. Tomas” I said.
“ Ok, have a happy birthday, if you need us we will be at our ranch in Todos Santos.”
With that we pushed off. Dr. Tomas was ready for us. His lovely wife, also a vet, gave Jenny some shots, and put her in a crate to be observed.

“ But we brought her big-girl bed, and her favorite towel, she cannot be in a wire crate.” I was distraught. She was our new princess, she deserved 5-star hotel treatment.
“ She will be ok, it’s Ok.” Soothed the vet.

“ We are off to Todos Santos for the rest of the weekend.” Said Dr. Tomas. “If you need us, call my cell. Otherwise call me when you get back we should be home by five we’ll meet you here.”
Vet bill $600 pesos about $45.00

Do you spy a trend? Where do we go when we want to get away? Well to Todos Santos of course. We go to see friends; we fail to see the “magic” in this supposed Puebla Magica. Others go for various reasons. But only tourists see it as a magical place.
I guess it is like saying we are going to Carmel for the weekend if you live in San Jose. Except that Carmel has a lot to recommend it.

So all that was left was the cake, and the drive south. “ Nice car” says my beloved. “ Yes “ I agreed.” Let’s buy a Jetta.”

Then, “Uh Oh, I see a cop with red and blue flashing lights.” Rental cars are great targets for unethical cops, they make up violations and try to get the nervous tourist to pay up. This usually happens in Cabo San Lucas not in our area.
So when the cop approached the car, I immediately told him in Spanish that we were not tourists, that we lived in La Paz, and it was my birthday.
He wished me Feliz Cumpleanos, and then admonished the driver ( my beloved) to use directionals and not to speed. Gave us a friendly salute and went back to his truck.
“You are one lucky guy” I said.
“Well I was speeding, and I did see him behind me.”
What can one say to this piece of illogical male commentary? I just sighed, and said ,” Let’s PLEASE get going to La Poza without another mishap, OK?”

And so we arrived.
It is always a wondrous site to see the gorgeous palm-crowded oasis as one enters the outskirts of Todos Santos.
And then there is the bumpy, rutted, winding, awful road to La Poza. And the dust, and travails are worth it, when you crest the hill the gorgeous orange buildings standout against the palms, and the azur Pacific. And this day we felt as if we had found the end of the rainbow.
The day and evening only got better.
We lounged au naturel on the terrace of our sumptuous room. Later I had a long, luscious bath and listened to the pounding waves.
My beloved realized that in the rush to get out the door, he had forgotten his dress shirt.
“Can I just wear this?”
“ No you cannot, this is my 60th birthday dinner!”
“This” was a faded navy polo shirt.
“Call Robert, I said, “ he should have a shirt to fit you.”
And so he did, he actually used the phone and made a request…it must have been my special birthday magic.

I went down to the bar to wait for Melanie and Gunter, I figured Robert would go directly to the room.
I was leafing through art books when Robert popped his head in and said “ Shirt delivery, I’ll go directly to the room.”
He was wearing a black shirt, and carrying a blue and white pin-striped. A few minutes later ( not enough for Robert to have gone to the room and back) my Beloved and Robert arrived , Robert in pin-strip and my Beloved in black.
“ Well “ he said, the black is what I was going to wear.”
They had met on the path in the garden and switched shirts there.
Melanie and Gunter arrived. We went back to the terrace of our room and had a pitcher of margaritas and some nibbles.
Then down to the dining room for a delicious dinner and cake.
We had a wonderful time recalling our adventures over the last ten years in Mexico.
Melanie gave me a lovely pair of silver and turquoise earrings.
Unbeknownst to us, Robert had arranged to pay for our dinner.

So what started as a disaster, ended as a lovely, enchanting way to ring in a new decade.
Jenny turned out to have an amoeba infection and had been in excruciating pain: prognosis fine!
Stay tuned and hear about the turkey that tried to hump me…really.