I asked you to make a face for me to text to dad. This is what you did. Oh my.
Saturday, June 28, 2014
Monday, June 2, 2014
Gitano during the day - Above - and at night below. This was my personal favorite outdoor eating establishment. It was so jungle chic. That disco ball was gigantic and made the place to magical. Did I mention that all of the hotels and restaurants only run on generators. Most places had candles and just some Christmas lights.
The following pictures are at Casa Jaguar. It was good and had an uber creative menu.
We had the most delicious ceviche at this tiny boutique hotel.
And may I give you the BEST PICTURE OF YOUR FATHER EVER- Really EVER. It makes me feel like it is 1974 and he is the twin brother to George Hamilton. Hot Damn I love this photo. May I kindly point out how unbuttoned his shirt is? At this point he tipped the bongo player in the band behind us twice. Relaxed.
We spent so much time next door on the upper porch at a place called Amansala. It was food that was tasty and happy. I LOVE looking back at the pictures and noticing that with each passing day your father's shirt keeps getting more and more unbuttoned.
Got off the plane, Got to Avis, and Got our butts down to the beach. We parked at The Beach Resort and had some breakfast. Their rooms were lovely and they had A/C at night, but for $330 during off season when Hemingways said we could get an adorable hut for $170 a night we headed down the beach.
Going from a free trip to having to pay makes Dad grumpy. We laid down in the swinging beach chairs and fell asleep. We may or may not have gotten completely burnt during the three hour napapoloosa. We woke up, unpacked, and headed over to the onsite restaurant to eat amazing comida.
REWIND: 6 months. We get a call from SSF letting us know that they are sending us on a Spanish cruise with other shop owners. We sent in our passport information, received all of our flight info, scheduled babysitting, rearranged employees at shops, closed one shop, etc etc. It is like a second job to plan a trip. Damn.
The day comes and we excitedly fly to LAX. When we get there we meet up with our group and go to check in at Lufthansa. At this point we are told that due to "Nathan's passport expiring in 88 days, instead of 90, we will not be let on the flight." No joke. No joke. No joke. Tu'padre starts to spiral a wee bit. I may have taken him to a sports bar and poured strong liquids down his throat. While pampering your depressed father I pulled out my ipad and booked a red-eye to Cancun. Due to this lovely modern technology I also reserved a car at Avis, and emailed a boutique hotel we saw on our last trip. Within 1 hour we were booked and ready for our Next Trip. Hot Damn Dios Mio, Can I roll with the punches or what? Tis my calling in life hijos. Rolling with the crazy ass - you are NOT going to Spain punches.
Your dad was a bit depressed during the TWELVE HOURS we had to wait at the airport. No JOKE. Look at the forlorn expression on his face. As a side note: his hair looks divine. I love running my fingers through his locks of silky waves.
We boarded our flight at 11:25PM and took off at 11:50PM. ON OUR WAY