The Mexican kids are back in school, and there is not a Snow Bird in sight, and it is hot and humid! Well, truth be told it’s really not that bad. Yes, it is a sauna mid-day, but early in the morning and late in the evening, it can be quite delightful, especially if you catch an ocean breeze.
Puerto Vallarta is a city which has an entirely different feel during the offseason. There are very few American, Canadian, and Mexican tourists. On my morning Malecon walks I often see more pelicans than I do people.
With the unusual quiet of our neighborhood and fewer distractions, we both found ourselves experiencing a couple of “firsts.” After vacationing in Vallarta for 11 years, I finally treated myself to lunch at Kaiser Maximilian’s. Kaiser’s is the European restaurant in Playa Los Arcos (my favorite hotel). The elegant atmosphere and especially the white table cloths spooked Judd, as he proclaimed every time we walked by “We’re never going in there. It’s effete.” Well, after having a scrumptious lunch I all but hit him on the head to get him in there for breakfast. He discovered the food was delicious, reasonably priced, not effete, and AIR CONDITIONED! Nunca dice nunca!
And, speaking of firsts…as some of you may know one of my favorite ways to treat myself in Puerto Vallarta is to get a therapeutic massage. It is a luxury, and some may even say a necessity, that is affordable here in Mexico. I tried to get one for Judd back in June for his birthday, but oh nooo, he would not hear of it. When I told him I got a buy two get one free special, however, he finally agreed to give it a try. I think he enjoyed it more than he admits to but being fortunate enough to rarely experience pain, who knows if he’ll be back.
I do want to give a shout out to the wonderful ladies at the Holistic Spa at Los Arcos Hotel. These senoras and senoritas are true professionals and make you feel welcome whether you are getting your eyebrows waxed or having a 90-minute massage. If you are ever in Puerto Vallarta, make sure and treat yourself to one of the spa treatments.
September 16th is Mexico’s Independence Day and, of course, they celebrate all week. We’ll let you know how that goes next time.
Hopefully coming soon to the end of the hottest summer of my entire life: 90 degrees (Fahrenheit) day after day, rain at night, very high humidity…my Minnesota soul stumbling through paradise like an extra from The Walking Dead.
So, my beloved indicates above that she recently badgered me into my very first professional massage, circumventing my inclinations toward frugality with the old 2-for-1 ruse. My review: interesting, not unpleasant, relaxing (when not painful) but no big deal. Some shrouded, sheet over face, sense of social inequality- -paying some poor woman to work over my old man’s carcass. Will I do it again? No. No lasting benefit discerned, another physical indulgence not really worth the expenditure in my opinion. In short, I feel no need to be kneaded.
Oddly enough, the same instinct against spending money for luxurious living served me very poorly in the past in regards to our “new favorite” restaurant, Kaiser Maximilian. Again, Marcia insisted, so I accompanied her there (in order to win in love we must surrender). For ten years I walked past the place, looked in the windows, and deemed it to be far too fancy for our budget. Boy was I wrong. The interior is intimate, very nicely appointed and somehow reminds me of a coffee shop in a fine Viennese hotel. The food is excellent and very sensibly priced.
Best of all, after a long life of fruitlessly searching for Jesus, it turns out he is here to serve us. See photo. He seems enough like a savior to me, especially when I’m hungry. Great service, thank you, Amigo!