Slow morning ... thankfully. This is one of my favorite times of day. No alarm clock... another cup of coffee. Justin reads to me from the news or about the Packers. We crush (too much) candy and we make plans. Some come to fruition, others are dreams. Today, we talked to Steve Marcoe. Steve has a passion for multi-hulled boats. He envisions a cooperative where folks like us would buy in, with a guaranteed buy-out and then have full use of his many boats. The one that most caught Justin's eye is in Maine now but Steve wants it farther south (South Carolina or the Bahamas?) More urgently though, Steve has a boat in Rockport (he picked it up after Harvey) that needs to be in Charleston for Race Week in mid-April. Justin wants to see if we can get something going with Steve and it seems especially appealing to us right now in the throws of disappointment of Casa Maria. After a long talk with Steve, we were both jazzed and ready to climb aboard.
Breakfast at La Chaya Maya. Just because it was so good, we knew we wanted to go back. Our next stop was the Merida version of Akihabara. Justin needed a new battery for his cell phone so we headed to the electronics district and the Plaza de la Tecnologia. It was so much like in Tokyo, there was even a food court and a kids play area on the top floor. Unlike Japan, there was a touch and go moment when the guy disappeared with Justin's phone abn we wondered/worried. There would be no cause for alarm in Japan at all. New battery installed and we were on our way after only about an hour and a half.
Next stop -- the airport to pick up Ric. I was panicking about where to meet him (international terminal? Outside customs and immigrations? ...) until we saw just how small the airport was. No cause for worries here. And you gotta love Ric. He arrived not only with two pounds of Ron's two-year cheddar but also with cheese curds! What a guy!
Back in the lush gardens at Hotel Reforma, the guys enjoyed a cervaza out by the pool before music at La Cantina Negrita. Tonight's musical selection was Cuban jazz. It was, well, strained.
We saw a guy on in the club whose t-shirt read "Make tacos great again". I had to ask -- it was just too tempting. He said it was from a restaurant called Cuatro Tacos in Cancun. Too funny!
This was the first stop in our progressive dinner. We stopped to pickup Gemma on our way to stop #2 for music and beverages and where Ric had cochinita pibil panuchos. He said they were quite good.
For stop #3, we went to Coyote Maya for more music, more beverages and where Justin and I split a hamburgesa. All in all, a great evening!
We saw a guy on in the club whose t-shirt read "Make tacos great again". I had to ask -- it was just too tempting. He said it was from a restaurant called Cuatro Tacos in Cancun. Too funny!
This was the first stop in our progressive dinner. We stopped to pickup Gemma on our way to stop #2 for music and beverages and where Ric had cochinita pibil panuchos. He said they were quite good.
For stop #3, we went to Coyote Maya for more music, more beverages and where Justin and I split a hamburgesa. All in all, a great evening!
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