I made the major and healthy decision of not bringing any electronics on this trip and here I am writing this entry on a piece of paper. What a novel idea! Who does this anymore? Who blogs on their paper first? And what would Carrie Bradshaw say? But then again, I'm not writing a column in a newspaper, nor am I talking about sex, so I think this is allowed.
I'm in Cabo right now, on our second night here and since I just got woken up by our new neighbors' loud conversation, I figured I might as well write something. It's 11:30 p.m. and being the wild 29-year old going on 60 that I am, I fell asleep a couple of hours ago. After all, there's only so much swimming, ping pong, and weird cha-cha electric slides I can handle in one day! But I digress. The room we're in is absolutely amazing with one exception: for some unknown reason, there is a door that separates our room from what I believe is a suite. And behind this door, there is... a kitchen! I'm still trying to wrap my head around any possible reason why a 5-star hotel would have a kitchen. And given that between our room and this kitchen there is only a door, we can obviously hear everything! This morning I woke up to the sound of breakfast bowls being thrown on the kitchen table and after the manager assured us that our neighbors would be leaving today and there would be nobody else placed in the adjacent room, surprise, surprise! Guess why I just woke up? We have new neighbors who seem to be amazed at every single applience they see in this kitchen. It must be a cool kitchen!
I found this whole situation amazing, but my husband's fuming and is already on the phone with the manager. Me? I wonder what our neighbors are going to have for breakfast and what time they usually eat in the morning.
P.S. I'm in the hotel lobby right now on the hotel's laptop trying to find the right symbols on this Spanish keyboard, so if there are any typos, blame it on the Spanglish keyboard.
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