Ken does not like these very short hair cuts. This time, it was an issue of language. While she was cutting my hair, I just kept wondering how short my hair was eventually going to be, but once she did one small section, I knew my hair would be shorter than Ken's, which is short. Last evening, after a glass or two, I suggested that Ken get a haircut too, just so his hair would be shorter than mine. He just laughed.
The hair cutter was having difficulty figuring out what I wanted to do with my hair. We were speaking in English but as I was not specific enough for her, she thought she could not understand my English. We spoke in Spanish too, with the same result. Finally she went away and came back in three minutes with magazines of different hair styles, and she showed me five styles of short hair. Clearly she was struggling with what type of short hair style she was supposed to cut for me. I chose one picture of a short hair cut.
I will tell you that my hair has no similarity to the picture. First off, the lady in the picture is very thin. And she is very young. Her hair also is dark and she has hair poking out in all directions. My hair is one half inch at the top and about one eight inch on the side and back. When I left, my hair poked up at the top but as soon as I hit the humid air, it fell close to my head and has been there ever since.
The best part of hair is that it will grow, which is a great blessing. At the moment, I will get sympathy for recovering from chemotherapy. But this too shall pass!!
Thursday, October 31, 2013
Wednesday, October 30, 2013
October 30, 2013. Cancun, Mexico. A Facial.
I had not had a facial since I was 50 years old, when the agents gave me a birthday gift of a facial, pedicure and manicure, none of which I had ever had before. The pedicure was great but I have forgotten about the other two....until now.
Today, right in the middle of my facial, thoughts of my first facial came roaring back. I hated it, which is why I have never had another. But I forgot and on Sunday, booked a facial this morning. The therapist, Marlin, was sweet and attentive, which must be why I allowed the completion of the treatment. Also, if I left early, I felt sure the therapist would get in trouble, which did not seem fair to me. To make it worse, the 30 minute treatment ended up to be ah hour, just because Marlin was kind!!
It was 15 minutes into the treatment before I realized how much I disliked the whole thing. In order to distract myself, I listed all aspects of the treatment that I hated, the worst being that I was captive with goop all over my face with no avenue of escape. I wear no makeup so am unused to putting stuff all over my face but at the facial, with my eyes closed, many different creams and lotions were massaged into my face and neck. I thought she would never stop.
It is interesting to note that I am not claustrophobic during a massage, but with that stuff all over my face and neck, I certainly just wanted to get up and get out. Finally, it was done and I escaped, never again to consent to a facial!! The worse thing is that it was all my idea. What was I thinking?
Today, right in the middle of my facial, thoughts of my first facial came roaring back. I hated it, which is why I have never had another. But I forgot and on Sunday, booked a facial this morning. The therapist, Marlin, was sweet and attentive, which must be why I allowed the completion of the treatment. Also, if I left early, I felt sure the therapist would get in trouble, which did not seem fair to me. To make it worse, the 30 minute treatment ended up to be ah hour, just because Marlin was kind!!
It was 15 minutes into the treatment before I realized how much I disliked the whole thing. In order to distract myself, I listed all aspects of the treatment that I hated, the worst being that I was captive with goop all over my face with no avenue of escape. I wear no makeup so am unused to putting stuff all over my face but at the facial, with my eyes closed, many different creams and lotions were massaged into my face and neck. I thought she would never stop.
It is interesting to note that I am not claustrophobic during a massage, but with that stuff all over my face and neck, I certainly just wanted to get up and get out. Finally, it was done and I escaped, never again to consent to a facial!! The worse thing is that it was all my idea. What was I thinking?
Tuesday, October 29, 2013
October 29, 2013. Cancun, Mexico. The Hard Rock Hotel Resort.
The service at our resort is spectacular. Every staff member treats you like a Queen or King. When you walk along the hallways or around the grounds, each staff person greets you either in Spanish or English, even if it is the gardener or the person emptying the trash cans. We have a butler assigned to us. They check in with us several times a day to see if we need anything. Of course, we don't really need anything but these young men will assist at any time. Ken needed vinegar to clean his ears and Isaac, our butler, brought it from the kitchen to our room. Yesterday they dropped off a bottle of Head and Shoulders when Ken mentioned casually that he used that shampoo. The big things are always taken care off at resorts but it is these little things that separate the terrific service from the just ordinary.
After our sacred rock massage this afternoon, Ken and I drank a Margarita while sitting overlooking the water. Our observation of the people walking by was that the men are not looking after themselves as well as the women. All the women in their 20's, 30's and 40's are thin, but not so the men. You see most men in their 30's and 40's with very round bellies. The ladies in their 50's and 60's are about 50% over weight, while the men are close to 100%. This is a change over the last 10 years. It used to be that only the very young were thin but not any more. The ladies of the world are looking after themselves. Now their men should follow the lead. It was nice to see that we did not see any women under 60 who were obese. Perhaps that is just at the Hard Rock Hotel Resort, but I doubt it. It is the new normal...maybe!!
After our sacred rock massage this afternoon, Ken and I drank a Margarita while sitting overlooking the water. Our observation of the people walking by was that the men are not looking after themselves as well as the women. All the women in their 20's, 30's and 40's are thin, but not so the men. You see most men in their 30's and 40's with very round bellies. The ladies in their 50's and 60's are about 50% over weight, while the men are close to 100%. This is a change over the last 10 years. It used to be that only the very young were thin but not any more. The ladies of the world are looking after themselves. Now their men should follow the lead. It was nice to see that we did not see any women under 60 who were obese. Perhaps that is just at the Hard Rock Hotel Resort, but I doubt it. It is the new normal...maybe!!
Monday, October 28, 2013
October 28, 2013. Cancun, Mexico. Ipanema.
Dinner was delicious but unusual. Ken and I ate an enormous amount of beef. The Ipanema restaurant is a Brazilian steak house. We have been to them before and don't usually repeat the process because we eat too much. The meat just keeps coming and we keep eating! But of the five restaurants at our resort, two are buffets and as we prefer to be waited on, the other three will be where we dine. Last evening we chose Ipanema.
Normally, in a Brazilian Steak House, you eat vegetables and salad first, then the meat is delivered to your table on big spits, right off the fire. The carver gives you what ever you want, but they bring around pork, sausage, beef, chicken, turkey, all in order. When full, you turn over the green sign to red, indicating that you are full.
We eat salad after the main course, so we asked the waiter to bring the meat immediately, which he did. The first meat was roast beef, which was delicious. Mexico is not known for tender beef. In fact, we never order beef in Mexico but this beef was different, so we kept ordering beef and we asked the waiter to forget turkey, chicken and sausage. Three cuts of beef were served to us. We passed on the flank steak. Why would we eat flank steak when we can enjoy top sirloin and prime rib?
Finally, when we were sated, we visited the salad and vegetable bar, but we took only a tiny portion. It was a delicious meal of beef and wine. It was politically incorrect but fun.
Normally, in a Brazilian Steak House, you eat vegetables and salad first, then the meat is delivered to your table on big spits, right off the fire. The carver gives you what ever you want, but they bring around pork, sausage, beef, chicken, turkey, all in order. When full, you turn over the green sign to red, indicating that you are full.
We eat salad after the main course, so we asked the waiter to bring the meat immediately, which he did. The first meat was roast beef, which was delicious. Mexico is not known for tender beef. In fact, we never order beef in Mexico but this beef was different, so we kept ordering beef and we asked the waiter to forget turkey, chicken and sausage. Three cuts of beef were served to us. We passed on the flank steak. Why would we eat flank steak when we can enjoy top sirloin and prime rib?
Finally, when we were sated, we visited the salad and vegetable bar, but we took only a tiny portion. It was a delicious meal of beef and wine. It was politically incorrect but fun.
October 27, 2013. Cancun, Mexico. I have become Adrea.
It has happened. I have turned into another Adrea. Years ago, I observed her in action, and apparently, I learned her tricks.
Ken and I are now living in a suite with a large bedroom along with a living and dining room, and a balcony wrapping around the whole thing looking out at the beautiful Caribbean Sea. The space is perfect for us. The whole suite must be over 2000 square feet. We could entertain 50.
Yesterday morning, we met with the Hard Rock folks to update our membership. When asked about our room, I mentioned casually that we were not totally pleased with the size. I was not irritated or angry. Our room was lovely, overlooking the blue water, but it was small. In fact Ken and I laughed about how we got past each other in the room. Then I asked if there were bigger rooms we could move into, just to keep us totally happy. By the time we left, we were told that we had a new suite.
Adrea always changed her room at a conference. We were all agents together, all top agents, but by virtue of her skill at negotiations and her charm, she always ended up with the biggest, best room. It has taken me years, but now I ask for the bigger room, just like Adrea used to do. I have gotten too late smart, but I am enjoying our suite of rooms, just like Adrea would have done!!
Ken and I are now living in a suite with a large bedroom along with a living and dining room, and a balcony wrapping around the whole thing looking out at the beautiful Caribbean Sea. The space is perfect for us. The whole suite must be over 2000 square feet. We could entertain 50.
Yesterday morning, we met with the Hard Rock folks to update our membership. When asked about our room, I mentioned casually that we were not totally pleased with the size. I was not irritated or angry. Our room was lovely, overlooking the blue water, but it was small. In fact Ken and I laughed about how we got past each other in the room. Then I asked if there were bigger rooms we could move into, just to keep us totally happy. By the time we left, we were told that we had a new suite.
Adrea always changed her room at a conference. We were all agents together, all top agents, but by virtue of her skill at negotiations and her charm, she always ended up with the biggest, best room. It has taken me years, but now I ask for the bigger room, just like Adrea used to do. I have gotten too late smart, but I am enjoying our suite of rooms, just like Adrea would have done!!
Saturday, October 26, 2013
October 26, 2013. Cancun, Mexico. The Hard Rock Hotel
Tonight, Ken and I ate a wonderful dinner at the Zen restaurant, in the Hard Rock Hotel, in Cancun. The food was light with small portions so we tried a variety of different Asian food. The resort is all inclusive, so you can go to any of the five excellent restaurants, eat and drink until you are full, then walk out and say thank you. It is a nice treat.
The journey today was uneventful, but a flight always makes you tired. I am not sure why. The airport scene with customs and immigration was quick, which surprised us, and the shuttle to the hotel was ready, so all in all, our day of travel was as good as it gets.
When you travel, you see funny scenes. While we were eating last evening at the Bistro, a group came around the corner to go out for dinner. Six people passed the desk as I watched. Then a lady, the mother of the group, reached behind her to the right, and got a firm grip on the young man, who was walking beside her, but a half step behind. I watched the whole scene. The young man looked startled as the mother must have gotten a firm grip of his arm. Finally, the lady turned to the young man, only to discover that the young man that she was holding in a vice grip was not her son. The look on her face was priceless. She apologized and the young man just laughed. Finally, the real son appeared. I wished I had a video camera. It happened quickly, but the scene was very funny. It is the small scenes that make travel worthwhile.
The journey today was uneventful, but a flight always makes you tired. I am not sure why. The airport scene with customs and immigration was quick, which surprised us, and the shuttle to the hotel was ready, so all in all, our day of travel was as good as it gets.
When you travel, you see funny scenes. While we were eating last evening at the Bistro, a group came around the corner to go out for dinner. Six people passed the desk as I watched. Then a lady, the mother of the group, reached behind her to the right, and got a firm grip on the young man, who was walking beside her, but a half step behind. I watched the whole scene. The young man looked startled as the mother must have gotten a firm grip of his arm. Finally, the lady turned to the young man, only to discover that the young man that she was holding in a vice grip was not her son. The look on her face was priceless. She apologized and the young man just laughed. Finally, the real son appeared. I wished I had a video camera. It happened quickly, but the scene was very funny. It is the small scenes that make travel worthwhile.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)