You know you have had a good day when it ends with plans to have a painting commissioned of you riding on a horse. Not only did Conor and I make future plans to get a painting of us on horses, we are also planning on printing these paintings on a new sail sometime in the future. Get your t-shirt orders in now.
The day started out innocently enough. Conor went to the gym and I explored a new running path. I found 2 more Mercaditos (little grocery stores) and a bookstore. Conor found 2 unsolicited jobs at the gym! The first job was offered from the owner of the gym. One of their personal trainers is returning to Canada for a month so they are looking for someone to fill a temporary spot. The second came from a snorkeling cruise boat when they learned that Conor is a boater. We came here to not work, yet work keeps finding us.
It is just days now before our intended San Jose del Cabo departure for the mainland. Before we say our final goodbyes we hosted a Pina Colada Party that afternoon. We had been practicing our pina colada mix and it was time to share our Coladas with the greater cruising community.
A full cockpit!
Spilling on to the dock
And bears getting needle and thread anchor tatoos.
Moondance was filled to the brim with fun stories, laughter, and good company. Conor’s chicken salad and Ann-Marie’s crab dip were the hit of the party.
After the sun had set, the pina coladas were gone, the hors d’oervres eaten, and our guests had departed, we were weren’t quite ready to end the night. We sauntered over to the hot dog cart to visit our friend, Mr. Hot Dog Stand where Conor got the best hamburger of his life, I got a hot dog and Mr. Hot Dog Stand taught me how to say you are a sewer rat. “Tu eres un raton de alcantaria” He said I am only to say this if I am really angry. The bus came, we decided to continue our night on the town, and in a flash we were gone.
For the next ten minutes we watched in wonder as the driver struggled with a door that wouldn’t shut, checking his cell phone, and driving on a bridge alongside oncoming traffic with music blasting inside the bus. When we reached the last roundabout he pretended to get in a bus accident with one of his friends driving another bus.
After running off of the bus at our stop we soon found ourselves at the Tequila restaurant. There was a steady stream of retired Americans stumbling out of the front door so we knew the drinks must be good. Any place named Tequila sounds like a party. So we walked in and sat in the bar section. By ourselves. Maybe we underestimated the type of party inside as everybody else seemed to be sitting in the restaurant section. The bar tables were made of thick dark wood and upon them sat candles in red vases. The dark brown square leather couches were comfy, and we made a party all by ourselves in the deserted bar section. I loved the décor and decided that if I ever open a restaurant it will look just like this one. But mine will have running water and working toilets. This place had neither of those. Where will all these drunk Americans go to the bathroom?! We decided not to wait around and find out.
As we prepared to leave I saw a woman at the door with a sparkly silver shawl. Wow! I had to know about this scarf and where I could procure one for myself! I ran over to her and asked where she got it. “In Chicago. Here. Enjoy it. My husband hates it!” She said as she draped the dazzling scarf around my neck. I protested but her husband was right next to her insisting that I take it. He really did hate it! I think he thought it clashed with his baby pink sweater he was wearing. I was beyond excited. I ran back over to Conor and modeled my new garment for him.
So with a new sparkly shawl in tow, we were off to the next place. We followed our ears to the live music at The Tropicana which had $2.50 beers. The band was made up of a drummer, sax, guitarist, basist and singer. They played both Mexican and American music that made us dance in our seats and had a guest singer from Spain who performed for a couple of songs. This is where we saw a painting of a girl on a horse and knew we had to get a painting of ourselves on a horse stat. The seed was planted and our plans started to take shape.
Our last and final stop was at a corner bar. The name of one of their shots is Shit on the Grass. Considering their proximity to a sewage plant across the street, we didn’t try it. Although they were dismantling the whole restaurant behind us they still ushered us in for one last cerveza. When we were sitting at the last table left standing in the restaurant we took our cue and left. After spending all of our money on drinks we had to forgo the taxi and walk back to the boat. That’s ok. The walk gave us more time to plan out our horse riding paintings.