I know when I get back to Washington, DC it will not be 85 degrees during the day and it will not be 65 degrees at night, nor will I have the luxury of being tempted to do nothing. This past month I’ve loved getting back in touch with doing nothing or reading an entire book in just 2 days; I read James Rollins‘ Alter of Eden.
The only constant is that I eat dinner every day at the same restaurant in town. I grab the same table, I smile at the same waitress, and I order the exact same meal:
“Tres Tacos de pollo, dorados… con arroz, jitomates, con los frijoles negro pero muy secco, y un vaso de agua sandia con poco dulce,” I say secco (dry) because I do not likey soupy frijoles (black beans).
The bill is always 99 pesos, and the musicians come into the restaurant and play their guitars directly…right next to me; it’s like eating in front of a live concert.
I usually go the gym before or after eating. But I just have to marvel at the fact that—for roughly $8 bucks—I get a great home-style cooked meal every night. Although I secretly think they’re talking about me and how I must have my “dry frijoles.” But I figure I finally have them trained. Plus, I get to practice saying the same thing in Spanish every night, so there’s no turning back.
Complete meal: 80-100 pesos
Plate of cut fruit for breakfast: 25 pesos
Cup of agua (juice water): 15 pesos
Beach bed rental: 30 pesos
Peace of Mind and great weather: free
http://www.huatulco.com.mx/ is the link to learn more about the place. Las Bahías in Español means “The Bays,” of which there are 9.