Arriving: Cabo San Lucas

The brochures were not lying – the view, the hotel, and the ocean were so stunning that I almost did not believe it would be true. My photography skills are mediocre, so these pix are from the brochure.

We had a closer view from our room
El Arroyo Restaurant
Bali Beds. Who knew?

Our flights were uneventful, and we arrived at 1:20 pm as scheduled. The airport-to-resort shuttle was waiting to take us to the Zoetry Casa Del Mar. 30 minutes later, we were there.
Check-in was painless, and a hostess showed us to our room. She also showed us another suite upstairs that was like ours but with a different view. We liked the original one best.

A banner across the door said, “Feliz Anniversario,” meaning Happy Anniversary. I got to practice my Spanish with real people – some even understood what I said! A lot of the time, I spoke in vain due to denture lisping and slipping. Spanish AND English were both mangled. My hubby did not understand me half the time, either. I just shut up when I got tired of repeating myself 2 or 3 times.

Communication was not my only challenge. I really needed a straw. Juice glasses had small openings that caused the dentures to float. No straws were available. In fact, a waiter confided that straws had been outlawed in Cabo to protect the sea turtles. You just can’t make this stuff up. One of the customer service staff smuggled 2 straws to me. He did not say where he found them, and I didn’t ask. It was at that moment he became my adopted Grandson. GiBraun. He said it was like LeBron but with a G in front.

I finally figured out how to drink the juice. I stole a wide-mouth glass from a nearby table and transferred it over. It was fabulous! Yogurt, papaya & banana smoothie. Very yummy. Now, I needed to figure out how I could manage to eat in public. I could not order anything from the menu, so I ordered refried beans with cheese. These came in a bowl and were the consistency of soup. I expected pinto beans but got white beans. That was not the issue. I could not eat it using the spoon they served with it. It was the size of a serving spoon. I wish I was exaggerating.

They drink very strong coffee in Mexico. Our room had an automatic expresso machine. After two tiny cups of that, I could not sit still. They must use Mexican Jumping Beans to make it. Once we found out normal coffee was available in the bar at 7:00 am, hubby would go down and fetch us some every morning, and we would sip it while we enjoyed sitting on our veranda, watching the ocean. We read and did sudoku & crossword puzzles. I wrote thoughts in my journal. In less than an hour, we continued our relaxation in the room because the sun began hitting the veranda and warm-up our coffee.

Being treated like a princess reminded me of our “Thrones.” There was this pair of high-backed chairs positioned against the wall between rooms. They were very stiff and formal-looking, not made for comfort. I decided that these were our thrones. I wish I packed my tiara. Hubby humored me and would sit on his throne when I sat on mine. When housekeeping was cleaning our room, we had a place to wait.

To my knowledge, no one else ever sat on our Thrones.

Sir Greenfield of Zoetry

To be continued…

Why Didn’t I Think of That?

I often come across an invention or see a product advertised, and I say those very words. Usually, I use a whiny tone when saying them. Because someone other than myself made a fortune off something I came very close to inventing. It’s true. For a while, I had a defective smoke alarm that would go off if I used my broiler. I often yelled at it, “I’m just cooking!”

Sigh.

The Animal Within

What is your spirit animal?

Ha! Hah! Hee! HaHa! Oh, you’re serious?

I have thought about this over the years. The animal I can closely relate to is The Taz. Yes, the obnoxious, drooling, grunting tornado in Looney Tunes cartoons. This might surprise you depending on how well you know me.

When I watched Bugs Bunny and his friends, I could hardly wait for Taz to show up. I loved watching him be self-ish, pigging out, and completely out of control. I yearned to be able to do that – let it all go. Express and not repress. To throw a tantrum because things were just not my way.

I can only explain it like this:
Since the age of 8 and a half, our family dynamic has changed drastically. My little sister (aged 5) was diagnosed with juvenile diabetes. She was the fragile one with a frightening condition.

My mom now had to become the family nurse. My dad worked full-time and was also working on his college and Masters degrees. Sis needed constant monitoring and care. Back then, there were no blood test strips or meters. No pumps. One had to pee in a cup and dip a ketone strip to determine if ketones were present in the urine. If they were, your glucose was too high, and dosages needed to be changed. The ketone test would not tell you if you were too low. Lows were determined by symptoms of insulin shock.

Fun times. Not.

I was promoted to “the healthy child,” even though I was prone to pneumonia and had serious asthma. Diabetes trumped all other illnesses combined. I understood that this meant I would be second in line. For attention, help with homework, and many things I had not thought of – yet.

I resented that they expected perfect behavior from me. I was always a disappointment. Yet, I kept striving to be their perfect daughter. I recognize this behavior now, thanks to my therapist. She told me that I was the queen of self-abuse. I needed to learn from my behavior and quit running full force into that brick wall. I exhausted myself trying to please the unpleasable.

Okay, how did I get from talking about Taz to my therapist? If you are still “with me,” I will wrap up this spirit animal thing by saying that I hope to have better manners than Taz when my jaw and teeth finally get fixed and I can chew again. But, just in case I’m a whirling dervish, keep your limbs out of the aisle.

TTFN