I know, right?
Fly across the US to stay on a tiny Caribbean island, then go to Cancun…
I usually begin writing my posts before I begin cocktail hour…but. ..most days find me reconnecting with old friends and meeting new ones…and so the party begins…therefore, my typical day ends with me writing blog entries after my brain has been sufficiently assaulted with perfectly paced, but oh too many alcoholic beverages.
I’ve been here two days and already I’ve shoved a week’s worth of experiences and activities in such a small space…it’s what can happen when you make friends and enjoy their company…so kiddos, today’s lesson…travel…smile…and make as many friends as you can as this is the essence of life.
It’s morning…on a Wednesday and the rain has let up. It was a restless night…the winds and rain coming off the Caribbean were brutal and a multitude of unsecured items swirled and flapped outside.
Grey daylight peeks through the windows…I could sure use some sunshine to get started on my annual tan, but until that happens I’ll occupy myself with other activities…my phone chirps…it’s a text from Penny. “Wake up! Let’s go to Cancun.”
She and Ryan, (Her solo guitarist who relocated here two years ago from SoCal and plays at her locations) decided to spend the day shopping for new ambiance and entertainment trinkets for the new “El patio” grand opening in a week…wait. ..a week? Look at these pics…do you see a restaurant opening? In a week?
Yeah. Me neither…but then again I helped Penny open El patio 2 years ago…and the same thing happened…this woman flat out gets shit done.
Isla is slowly “falling victim” to progress. The previous ferry terminal was original, small and germane to Isla. The new one is, well, gawdy, monolithic, cold and feels like Cancun.
We started the day with a nice ferry ride over under a cool cloudy sky…and, well, since it IS Mexico, it’s time for the obligatory death race in a Mexican cab. Right after acquiring the required amount of liquid courage of course.
Our next stop was “Electronica Gonzalez”. This place is a musicians and DJ’s wet dream. High end toys for beats that satisfy.
Here are a few of the items I thought Penny should consider adding to her restaurants and lounges…
She did not share my excitement for them.
Once this task was completed, the brain trust was hungry. I have an amigo, David Wanamaker, whom I met on Isla at the grand opening of Isla 33 a few years ago. He teaches people how to “SUP”.
No, not as in, “Sup dude?”
Stand Up Paddleboarding.
He lives and owns a shop in Cancun and I had seen him post some pics on Facebook of him eating some outrageous food at a place next door to him called, “The Surfin’ Burrito”.
Our Mexican NASCAR driver knew the place.
On a drive in which I can only describe as “Mad Max-ish”, we arrive, intact.
The food here is awesome. Ordering is similar to how you order sushi at a sushi restaurant. You are handed a sheet of paper and then ”build” your burrito from an array of choices to stuff into it…including the type of tortilla you want!
Here lies one of the great perks of traveling…the food, the people and the experiences you create, are for a lifetime.
We entertained the owners of the Surfin’ Burrito and four guests who decided to try it as well. Two traveling ladies from New York City, AND P Diddy! (Well, maybe just a similar facsimile thereof.)
A while later, David shows up with his girlfriend, sits down with a bucket of iced down Corona’s and well, now it’s a party.
For some difficult reason, this pic does not want to line up correctly…fail.
Ryan, P, and, Yours truly…
David’s shop…right next to the Surfin’ Burrito…
So, what next?
Penny wants to see a movie…Ryan needs to get back Isla to let his dog out…I get it.
Penny hands him some cab fare pesos, and we get out at the mall in seek of a movie…in a theater that serves crafted food and…liquor!
It’s Halloween season, so I want to be scared; even more than the days cab rides, but nope. Penny ain’t having ANY of that. No matter how I bribe, plead or cajole, it’s not happening.
So, she takes me to a place I thought, was a bar. It was. Sort of. It was actually more of a casino. A rather dull one at that.
She wants to have a few cocktails and try her luck.
I’m not much, hell, I’m not ANY kind of a gambler in a casino, but, cheap cocktails and another shot at some good food? What the hell, I’m in.
She plays a bit, but the love isn’t paying her back, so it’s off to another. Apparently there are four casinos here, and we’re going to visit at least two of them tonight.
This one is much better to her…although I can’t fully describe her gaming style as she claims it’s a “trade secret”…what I can tell you, is that it’s very entertaining to watch.
She’s on a roll…she LOVES the video gambling games…casinos in Cancun contain a lot of the games Penny likes in glassed enclosures, sort of like a human fish bowl, mostly to accommodate smokers. I retreated to a cozy table outside the cancer filled, money-sucking circus and instructed our server “Eduardo” to keep me happy with Cuba Libre’s and miss Penny, with wine…he’s an excellent employee worthy of a bonus tonight.
Think about it…wherever you are…wouldn’t it be way more fun to be gambling with an unlimited supply of cocktails in a casino in Cancun? Hell, I’m from Vegas and I like that bet.
Amply buzzed after losing count of how many cold sparkling adult beverages passed my lips and Penny making some cashola, it’s time to get ourselves to Puerto Juarez to catch the last ferry for the night…as I exit the cab trying to remember how to get into the house, I can hear Penny laughing as they drive away.
Tomorrow is another day and on Isla, I’m sure loaded with new adventures. G’night peeps.