I set the alarm for 6 am, dressed quickly and walked to the malecon to watch my first sunrise. I could tell by the darkness that sunrise was still some time away so I crossed the island and went to 7-11 to purchase a coffee. It made the wait for more enjoyable. I savoured my second cup that morning from the communal pot in the lobby of the hotel.

When I arrived home this assembly was going on across the street.

It had been pre-dertemined that our little gang was going to meet at Fredy’s that morning to sample Ana’s breakfast (see link here).

After breakfast I joined Bro#3 and L on Playa Norte waving hello to many friends in their typical spots on the beach. It was hot (even under the umbrella)!  I was in and out of the water many times to cool down. Time on the sand was spent reading and journalling.

When I couldn’t stand myself any longer I went home for a cool shower.

This was the view from the balcony earlier that day.

We had a lovely Happy Hour in the little balcony at the front of the hotel.

We split up for dinner with half the gang going to Angelo’s and Bro #3, L and I off to Fenix’s (see link here) new location on Playa Sol.

On the way home, I ran into friends from PEI. We had originally met when we were all staying at Luna D’ Miel a previous year. We promised to catch up further in the upcoming days.

Kath’s quote: “News is like food: it is the cooking and serving that makes it acceptable, not the material itself.”-Rose McCaulay, English writer

Love never fails.

After enduring a tough year and a botched surgery, I spent the time since I had been on the island, healing and dreaming of the my return.

The day proved to be a long and odd one. I had been scheduled to leave Winnipeg via Minneapolis at 6:30 am so of course being a diligent traveler I had arrived at the airport at 4:30 am. In the Delta departure lounge they were asking for volunteers to give up their seats. I went to investigate because I was traveling alone and had no strict agenda for my arrival. I was told that I could fly West Jet direct leaving at 10:30 am and still get in within a half hour of my original arrival time. I was ready to agree when they sweetened the deal by providing me with a $400 US Delta credit. Imagine my delight as I had only paid $400 CDN for the trip initially.

I spent the extra time quite comfortably in the Winnipeg airport watching Netflix and reading. The flight was also pleasant and I touched down at 4 pm. I literally zoomed through the airport but had a bit of a delay with Best Day  because of my flight change. In the end I wasn’t going to complain because I had only paid $24 US for a round trip ticket including the ferry passage.

And finally….I was home again. The sun stayed up long enough for me to catch the sunset just before I disembarked from the ferry.

At the ferry dock I was greeted by Bro #3 and his wife who had already been on the island for a week in addition to Sister #3 and Dona who had arrived earlier that day. Bro #3 and L walked me the short distance to X Bula-Ha. Juan Carlos recognized me from the year previous and escorted me to the double front room which faced east, the street AND THE WATER! I was delighted and quickly unpacked when there was a knock on the door. He realized he had made a mistake. I was in friends R & C’s room and they would be arriving momentarily.

I went out to purchase milk for my morning coffee and cervesas, to be told that I was too late on a Sunday to make a liquor purchase. So I went “home”, popped some popcorn for my supper and somehow got my hands on some red wine. Needless to say it was an early evening.

Kath’s quote: “Home is not a place…it’s a feeling.”-author unknown

Love never fails.

And finally….I was home again. The sun stayed u long enough for me to catch the sunset just before I disembark from the ferry.

On this evening, my last on the island, I was solo as D had to be home before me and had left earlier that day. Friends R & M were still on the island though and they invited me to join them for dinner. We were continuing our circuit of restaurants in the Colonias when I discovered they had never tried Basto Grill.

D and I have been many times. Here are some visits from the Food Musings’ archives:

2012

2013

2014

2015

2016

2017

I made my recommendations of favourite dishes and R decided upon the grilled shrimp which was served with fettucine, sauteed veggies and lots and lots of butter! He was very pleased although I thought that his shrimp looked a wee bit over cooked.

M asked our server what he would recommend and without hesitation, he indicated the Enchiladas Suiza! He said that they (the family that owns and operates Basto) were very proud of the dish. M was blown away! She couldn’t get over the composition of the sauce indicating that the fresh and sparkling tomatillos and cilantro produced an absolutely heavenly taste. Two or three times as we were finishing our meal and saying our good-byes, she commented again on the surprise of the sauce and as a result, the entire dish.

Since I had missed out on my traditional feed of chilies relleno at La Lomita on the trip, I absolutely had to have them before my eminent departure. Basto’s were equally good and I savoured each bite to capture the taste in my memory bank for another season.

We also shared a side of fries even though they did not enhance anyone’s dish. They were piping hot, not a bit greasy, with a glistening of salt and then it was my turn to know what heaven will taste like.

Kath’s quote: “What keeps me motivated is not the food itself but all the bonds and memories the food represents.”-Michael Chiarello

Love never fails.

Sister #3 had such high praise for Seso Loco that I wanted to see for myself. We didn’t have any more supper slots left open but we did need a place for the 4 of us to have our last meal together (my husband left the island later that evening).

The open walled space was full of morning sunshine and we had our pick of tables.

The breakfast menu had so many delectable options to choose from.

D selected the Isla Omelet which was chock full of mushrooms, cheese, ham and bacon. What do the islanders do to make their omelets taste so good? Is it the local eggs? Is it the abundance of fillings? Do they cook in butter? Whatever the case, D was well pleased.

We were surprised when R didn’t order the stuffed poblano chile because he had done so at various breakfast spots in the colonias. On this morning he had his eye on the breakfast Burrito. Upon finishing the wrap of cheese, bacon and re-fried beans he declared it to be the best burrito he had enjoyed on the island.

M wanted something on the lighter side and settled upon the banana coconut French toast. The choice was light but pretty sweet, more like having dessert for breakfast.

I was delighted with my decision of Chilaquiles with red sauce. The eggs were perfectly cooked, the tortillas beautifully crispy and the sauce…oh that sauce, no wonder Ses Loco’s pizzas are so popular! I could have done without the raw onion but that is a personal choice. The dusting a Parmesan cheese provided enough extra flavour for me.

We learned at least two things while on the island: Seso Loco’s is a great bet for either breakfast or dinner.

Kath’s quotes: “So in our pride we ordered for breakfast, an omelet, toast and coffee and what has just arrived is a tomato salad with onions, a dish of pickles, a big slice of watermelon and two bottles of cream soda.”-John Steinbeck, while traveling in Russia

Love never fails.

We are a family who love to give the gift of experiences rather than things. Concerts, little getaways and restaurant gift cards top our list of gifts to give and to receive. This Christmas our son gave us a note that read:

J and I would like to sponsor your progressive evening on Isla this year. We have truly come to love this tradition and want to share in the experience with you.

The note came with a six pack of Sol and a wad of Mexican Pesos.  He went on to say:

I imagine you having a practice sunset in the living room before the trip. I’d also like you to take this pen and paper in case you come up with a great life altering idea (we often do when we are on vacation and have the time to really talk something out) but the cervesas made your forget.

Merry Christmas. We cherish our friendship. Love J1 and J2

And so it was that we had been anticipating this particular dinner since December 25, 2017. In reality we don’t usually plan ahead. We usually mosey around Centro until a craving comes to us. We often have a golf cart for our dinner. But when we were on the island this year, there was some negative Facebook posts about a golf cart/taxi incident and we know that the police are pulling people over for random breathalyzers. It is not that we planned to drink in excess but we are particularly vigilant about not drinking and driving. D passed 2 breathalyzers in 2017 on Isla. One where he had to breathe in a policeman’s cupped hands and another with an actual machine. In our minds the test is so ineffectively managed, that it simply seems as if the police can decide without evidence if you have consumed too much liquor. We always go by the adage: “Better safe than sorry” So renting a golf cart was out. We strolled into town and took a cab home at the end of our wonderful evening.

While we are on the island, we spend a great deal of time with our friend Hortencia and her family. Brother #3 and his wife entertain Hortencia’s grandchildren on the beach a couple of times each visit. It is a big treat for them. Imagine living on the island and not being able to go to the beach on a regular basis? We often invite Hortencia and her extended family over to one of our places for dinner and other years, she invites us. This year, she extended the invitation. As we waited on the beach, we saw their pick up truck making its way down Medina. They piled out with two of the boys carrying 2 wooden chairs and Bro #3 Hortencia embracing a huge pot of Hortencia’s mole. As is often the case, she made the mole version that was typical of the area of Mexico that she came from.

We asked for a small bowl that D and I could share because of our plans for later that evening. Her expression said “who cares if you are going to eat again later on…eat now!”  Her mole was masterful-full of flavour but not too spicy. The chicken was succulent and tender. It sure would be hard to top that taste off.

We typically commence our evening with a cocktail at sunset. We had left it too long, so we walked into the first place we came to off the beach. The beer were lovely and cold. Has anybody eaten there?

We did manage to catch the last rays of another glorious sunset.

We always seem to find our way to La Lomita at least once during our Isla stays. It was the first restaurant I ever ate at on the island. here are a number of posts from the Food Musings archive:

2010

2012

2013

2014

2015

2016

2017

As it was, we were only able to share a dinner of garlic fish and their amazing French fries!

We decided to do some more walking so that we could fit in another spot. Try as we might, we only had room left for something very light and so we shared shrimp ceviche at Rubens.

It was the last night on the island for the entourage we were a part of, so we stopped for a last cocktail at Fredy’s before heading to our favourite ice cream place (corner of Hidalgo and the square) where I was over the moon for my scoop of coconut ice cream in a chocolate waffle cone.

Even though our restaurant circuit wasn’t lengthy and we didn’t cover off any new treats, it was a wonderful evening and we are already looking forward to next year’s.

Kath’s quote: “Our countries are great friends. We have given you Lafayette and French fried potatoes”.-O. Henry, ‘Rolling Stones’ (1894)
First reference to French fried potatoes

Love never fails.

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