On top of the rock

On top of the rock
Our Cliff

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

The Princess and the peas

Once upon a time I had a friend who was turning 50. For years she spoke about all of us going to a castle in Sicily to celebrate this milestone. Through a series of events and magical happenings, her Sicilian dream castle was transformed into a Hacienda on the ocean in Mexico. In this dream Hacienda, the Ya Ya’s and the Na Na’s were to spend three glorious nights, before traveling to the Sea of Cortez. Our Princes Ann and her entourage would have three days filled with fabulous scenery, grand architecture, and fine wine and tasty meals.

In this scenario Maurice, Megan and I are the peas. Not that we were the irritating little things under Princess Ann’s mattress....But originally Megan was to stay with Maurice and me in our bodega. Since we have nothing to furnish our place with we needed to find an alternative. We found this alternative in a darling little casita on the beach and it was here that we snuggled into our pod at the base of the castle.

Our days were spent in the Hacienda with the other royals. At night we walked down to our palapa roofed, cute as can be, pod. We would sleep to the sound of the unending, and often rather irritating, ocean surf, pounding 50 feet from our front door. High above us, in the castle, the others slept in opulent surroundings. While they slept on Egyptian cotton sheets, we had three quilts on our beds since our palapa roof was open underneath and the cold sea air circulated around our heads. I started sneezing on day 3. Megan coughed daily. Maurice stayed healthy in our igloo, of sorts.

Daily when we would walk up to the castle, climbing the long, stone stairway, we would see people on the beach watching us. Were we the workers hired to serve the royals??? Yes, they surely thought we were the serfs of the kingdom. We did not mind. We loved our pod and enjoyed our days with the royals. A castle like hacienda built with twelve guest rooms, including one room with its own helicopter pad outside on the private patio, was filled with only Ya Ya’s and Na Na’s. This was truly a once in a lifetime dream.

During our time in our castle we experienced:

Buying fresh fish from a local fisherman as he came in from the sea. Yellow fin tuna and red snapper filleted for us on the boat that we grilled on our private patio.

Ann’s 50th birthday celebration. A wonderful Italian feast in Todos Santos in our private room waited on by three servers. This time Maurice, Megan and I were certainly not the serfs! Ann wore a pink fur hat with a flashing light that said “KISS ME I AM 50”. Everyone did.

Strangers walking into our castle, hoping for a glimpse of the royals within, only find one of us naked in her room. Certainly not part of our plan.

Our Superbowl celebration at the Sand Bar. $1 tacos, two for one drinks, a bunch of rowdy patrons and a memorable moment when one of us got accidentally head butted by a dancing lawyer from California. He was rocking out and playing air guitar to “Who are you??” by the Who. For 24 hours we were certain her nose was broken.

Daily walks on the beach and swims in our private swimming pool.

Eating burritos on the street…with the locals.

Shopping the local market that was held during the Annual Art Festival in Todos Santos.

All 9 of us standing on Maurice's and my cliff on the opposite end of the bay we were on, dreaming of the time we will all be back there together again, in our pool this time, drinking margaritas. We all shared our dream, both on the cliff and down below on the beach.

Yes in the first part of our adventure, here at the Hacienda, it was magical....especially for us three peas in the pod.



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