Tuesday - 80 minutes... Really?

After a wonderful evening of great food and lots of laughs, our bed felt pretty good.   I think there is an old saying that goes, “Late to Bed and Late to Rise makes one Relaxed, Rested, with a day of beautiful blue skies ahead.”   I could be wrong on that quote, but it works for me.   With a cup of coffee in hand, our books, and the poolside chaise lounges calling our names our last full day began.   The beautiful view from “my” chair provided all the motivation I needed to do nothing but continue what I was doing.   I was distracted by the gardener as he went about his daily routine.  His care and precision completing each task was admirable

 

 The young gardener saw Sugar and with great pride announced that he had received a promotion, he would now be a bartender at the restaurant just down the hill.  Everyone was excited for this hard working young man who had been working full shift in yard maintenance, then heading down the hill to apprentice as a bartender.   Before he left his hot outside job for the air conditioning below, he presented the ladies with bouquets he made from the day’s clippings.

 

Today was going to be a new experience for me.  The ladies had booked treatments at the spa, so Rum and I decided to get a facial.   Now I had a facial before, (ok once and it was like 15 minutes) but today’s facial was scheduled for 80 minutes.  What the heck can someone do to my face for 80 minutes, I asked myself.   The spa, Armonia, is an award winning world-class palace of relaxation and rejuvenation, but still… 80 minutes on my face?  Really?

 

Suffice it to say there will be no pictures after we entered through these doors, and believe me that is a good thing.   The ladies went one way and Rum and I headed the other.  The experience began with a steam shower, followed by a Rain Shower rinse, and then a 10-minute dip in a 120-degree hot tub.   We were then escorted to private rooms by a facial technician (I don’t know what you call them) to begin the 80 minute experience.   The room was dark, a little cool, with New Age music echoing throughout the room.  Hints of Eucalyptus, or some unknown intoxicating aroma filled the air.  With a soft voice the young lady explained what was getting ready to happen, and I drifted away just slight above anesthetic coma.  No sense of time until… HOLY CRAP!  Some goop or glob that felt like sulfuric acid was being rubbed on my face.   The technician’s voice calmly said, “You may feel some burning… let me know if it is too much”.  Then the guy thing kicked in, “I am ok I whimpered”.   Grateful when that phase was done, I could only think that was the part where she removed the ugly.   More goops and globs, rubbing and wiping, with a head and neck massage and my 80 minutes came to an end.  I dressed, wishing it would have longer.

Rum and I paid for our spa day and headed downstairs to rehydrate.  They told us rehydration was important.

 

The ladies joined us for some rehydration, and who would mix our reviving libation, but the young gardener.  He was so excited, and his cocktail was of excellent quality. 

We decided to head down to the marina for our last dinner.  The sun had just begun to set as we casually strolled looking (snapping pictures) at all the happenings around us.  

 

 

 

 

WARNING - Be careful if you visit Cabo San Lucas and decided to drink too much… you may see a flying cow!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Or even worst...

 

 

 

We ate at a restaurant right in the marina.  Sugar’s brother joined us for the final dinner.  Once again, we went for the dish that the waiter had to light on fire to enjoy.  This time an appetizer was prepared in a large stone mortar. 

 

 

The bowl is placed in oven to get it extremely hot, then the waiter adds three types of cheeses while folding them together – let the fun begin!   A large dose of tequila was poured into the steaming cheese - fire in the hole! The mortar erupts in flames as the goo and the agave juice become one.  After a few tortillas covered with the cheese, it was time for dinner.   We all enjoyed our meal, the night air, and eating by the sea.  

Back at the villa, the reality that our Cabo week would be coming to an end in the morning dampened our spirits.  We enjoyed recounting the week in stories, just one more Margarita, and then prepared for our departure.   The shrimp boats shimmered out on the ocean and the sky was still bright from the moon.  We put our heads on the pillow and the sights and sounds of Los Cabos became our dreams.

 

 

Ok... maybe she did not wipe off all the ugly, but you have to admit I do look relaxed J

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