Murky , warm, salt water?
I just returned from my second swim workout at El Raquet Club. Alyssa picked me up, and we met Katie, who is also married to a Mexican. She has been here for 11 years. The pool was crowded today. It was not refreshing, but it felt good to work out for an hour out of the sun.
Last night Carol, another "foreign hire," arrived. Since her flight was two hours late, Alyssa and I cruised about looking for a place to take Carol for dinner. I am beginning to connect the dots in this busy town. Every once in a while, I pass a place that seems familiar; otherwise, it seems I arrive abruptly. We found a great spot, which was higher end than the place I went to on the night I arrived. At this point it was about nine, so we went to the airport and waited for Carol, who, like me was the last one out the door. Very few people from that flight received their luggage, so rather than waiting in line to determine that, we left, knowing that it would probably arrive the next day (today). After Carol stopped being polite about keeping us up so late and declining our offers to take her to dinner, we established that we were all starving. We went to a restaurant next to the City Express Hotel and ate delicious salad at 11 pm. After we dumped our bags (purse, pocketbook, parcel -- whatever you call those things), the waiter ran over and gave each of us a miniature rack to hang them on. Apparently, it is bad luck to put money on the floor.
At dinner, I learned that Carol is on her third tour. She has taught in Turkey and Kazakhstan respectively. She is a New Jerseyite who moved to San Francisco 30 years ago, had two girls, and is now divorced. Lovely woman with a lot of energy. She is now living across the hall from me. Wow, I certainly got the luxury sweet!
Here are some pics of my apartment:
No joke about the ugly couch being exactly the same as my other ugly couch!