Monday Morning in Mexico
What I love about Mexico. This morning I woke up without water pressure. That’s right, no shower, no flushing the toilet... Last night the water pressure was really low, which is not totally unusual after a busy tourist weekend. But it’s Monday and I have to work today. So it’s 6:15am and I call down to my condo office and I’m told that the water line to our entire complex broke but last night, but it’s fixed now, no worries, they’re just waiting for the glue to dry! (I know nothing about plumbing, and this may or may not be the way water lines are fixed, but I love it!) I am assured the water will be working again by 7am.
The American in me is figuring out how I’m going to get cleaned up and other necessities if I’m out of water – baby wipes, baby powder, deodorant, perhaps a quick dip in the pool or ocean... However, then thankfully the Rocky Point gal in me takes over. No worries, I’ll just enjoy my morning coffee watching the waves and feeling blessed I get to wake up in such a gorgeous place. Also, I can always take a quick dip in the pool and there’s always baby wipes, baby powder, and deodorant right!
So I relaxed with my coffee, enjoyed the view and at 7:15 (always like to give a little wiggle room for good luck) the water pressure was back on as promised.
The moral of the story...relax, don’t worry...everything will work out ok.
Later that day....
So after hard days work of showing clients around Las Palomas, (fun productive day, but HOT and humid); I decided to treat myself to a nice late lunch at Citron. Ordered a glass of chardonnay and Salmon in lemon sauce with pesto pasta. A while later, the server brings my food, a white fish in cream sauce with a salad. I ask, is this the salmon (knowing it isn’t) he says, yes. Ok, I haven’t eaten all day, it’s 3pm, I’m hungry, no worries, I’m not complaining, I’m eating this fish! It’s delicious! About 5 minutes later, I hear a lady in the next room over say, This is salmon, I ordered the flounder, I don’t want salmon, I wanted flounder. My mouth is currently stuffed with very delicious flounder. Oops! I just figured the kitchen messed up my order, and I didn’t want to make an issue, I didn’t realize it was someone else’s meal. A short time later the manager comes over and asks if I like my dish, yes I do. I think I’m eating someone else’s food though. No worries, as long as I am enjoying it and am ok with the mix up.
While all of this is going on....
There is a 20-something dude at the bar, telling a tale of woes to the bartender. He is apparently stranded in Rocky Point. He came down with his buddies for the weekend. They were partying. Went to the strip clubs. Friend who was driving got a little more out of hand than anyone else. Procured some non-legal refreshments. Everyone ended up at the Puerto Peñasco jail for several hours while it all got sorted out. Said friend thought it would be a good idea to try to drive back to the states before he was legally sober to do so. Smart young man decided he’d rather stay in Mexico than risk his life with intoxicated driver. He was now trying to convince his sister to come pick him up, it was not going well.... suddenly security entered the restaurant letting him know that his friend had returned to get him. Dude paid and left the bar. I am hopeful, they returned to the U.S. safely.
I ordered another glass of chardonnay, enjoyed my wine and my fine fish, and then walked back to my condo to relax and watch the sun set over Sandy Beach.
It was a good day...