Today was Tuesday and I had to return to the nail girl to finish my pedicure. She is a very nice young girl, but possibly the slowest nail technician I have ever met. I also have never seen a nail technician use their own finger to smear something sticky on the nail fill acrylic area. Nor have I ever had brown mud and salt rubbed on my forearms. I was asked to remove all of my jewelry. Fat chance of that! I haven’t had my wedding ring off my ring finger in years. My ring finger was jumped on back in high school when playing intramural basketball (thanks, Judy Postel!) and the joint buckled backwards and is now permanently enlarged. For a while in the 60s I wore a brace thing to try to force my ring finger to lie flat.
I took off my watch and the fun continued. I did not enjoy the mud, which had something to do with a coupon I had inadvertently found in a coupon book and was apparently representative of some ancient Mayan manicure. All I know is that, after I had been there since quarter of 4 p.m. (nobody but me in the shop for 15 minutes) on Monday, waiting, Valeria entered and we snail moved into action. There was one other woman getting a pedicure, but she spoke Spanish,. I do not speak Spanish, so it was a quiet 2 hours.
La Isla Aquarium.
The manicurist took a LOOONG time and at 6 p.m. I finally suggested the splitting of the pedicure part off to the next day, as we had 7-ish restaurant reservations and I still had not had a shower nor changed my clothes. I never did have enough time to do either of those things. I did them today, after the postponed pedicure. At least the chairs DID massage you, which was very good news, as my back has been hurting, which my daughter would say is because of the mattresses. (I blame it on old age. Mine, not the mattress.)
We went to La Isla tonight to an Italian restaurant that has been in business for 40 years, Cenacola. We had a hard time finding it, as our cabbie failed to mention that there were 2 La Isla Mall sections and we were wandering around floor 2 of the wrong part.
I asked 3 people for directions to this restaurant, after the cab driver gave us a bum steer. I had not been to La Isla for years. It has changed about as much as the airport, which bears no resemblance to the airport we flew into in 1990. La Isla is a very high end mall with every brand name you can think of, but very few people actually shopping in those stores or buying anything. Sadly, I have learned that the one remaining store that sold perfume in Kukulcaan Plaza near us is moving to La Isla next year.
Wedding on the beach.
Royal Sands, view from F5517.
Tomorrow, a massage at 3 and fried chicken, which is how we began this adventure.
Thursday, the Veranda, where we dined last Thursday on beef and chicken, which was good.
The weather this week is windier and in the high 70s. It was in the low eighties last week and there was very little wind.
Back in Illinois and Iowa, tornado warnings.
