Poor Beverley. Every day we have lunch at another spot where we like to eat, someplace scattered around the complex that is a favorite, to sit and eat and enjoy. She never gets to stay home and eat lunch in the apartment. This is probably because we have few visitors here in Mexico so we want our whole array of luncheon places displayed for her approval, whether she wants to eat there or not.
Today we ate lunch at the golf course. Yesterday, the restaurant on the beach in our own resort. The day before was Mark's, in Bucerias. Then we ate at the restaurant right at the end of the resort, always a quiet spot and a lovely place to watch the sea. And of course, the Italian restaurant on the canal, The Porto Belo, where we drank a whole bottle of wine and ate three courses. Ken and I are loving showing off our options, but I suspect she might prefer to eat at home. These large lunches mean we eat sparingly at night, so Ken doesn't need to cook. We just eat some cheese and crackers or cereal.
She must leave on Thursday, well before we have exhausted our choices for lunch. I guess she will just be required to come again!!
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