Lunch at Playa de Coco is always a great idea. We drove out to Palmera Negra but there was a sign saying Reservations only. Pablo, Maria’s son, was close by so we asked if it was true. He said “I’ll go and ask my Mom. A few minutes later he came back and said it was fine, we could eat there. Pablo is about thirteen and speaks perfect English, as does his Mum.
After a really nice ‘Fajita con camaron’ we asked if we needed to make a reservation in the future. Maria, the owner of the place said that the only reason they had to make a reservation today was because the cook had taken ill and she, Maria, had to do the cooking. I suggested that she fire the cook and do the cooking herself as the food was delicious.
Rosalie had only had one margarita which was nowhere near enough so we had to go to Papa Gallo’s to top her up. This being a holiday and there being lots of Mexican Nationals in town, we had to park a block away and walk. What’s with that?
The beach was crowded with Mexican tourists. ( A complaint will be made.) I have never seen so many bikini-clad chiquitas. It’s amazing what those girls can do with a little dental floss. Rosalie was no help as she kept pointing them out to me. I thought, “Is she not afraid that I may run off with one of these skimpily clad ladies?” Then I remembered that they are mostly teenagers and I’m a senior. Crash! There goes another of my fantasies. She sure knows not to upset me. I wouldn’t have noticed them if it wasn’t for Rafael and Rosalie pointing them out. (Rosalie “oh, sure!”)
We returned the next day and the beach was practically deserted. Rafael was a bit disappointed as he enjoys see the Chiquitas himself.
Sorry guys, no photos.