I had stayed up late the night we returned, drawing a cartoon. I finished it this AM, and had no wait at the verizon store. There was a new guy working there – Francis. He told me Alain had left, and he was there. He had used to work at Club Bonita, which is slowly entering cult status. We had stayed in Club Bonita last year. It is / was a beautiful hotel on the beach, with a great pool and bar, and a decent restaurant. All of the staff was very friendly, even though few of them spoke English. Club Bonita was where we met Arturo. We arrived here this year to discover Club Bonita closed. After talking with some folks in the know, we found out the owner was an older Italian woman who had become sick in the past year, and sold the hotel to a development company. The people working there received one week’s notice. We run into the entire staff at various junctures around town – some at one restaurant, one or two at another. Many of them recognize us, the family with the Dominican-looking kid, and we feel honored.
Things went so smoothly at verizon that I was able to go back home and draw another cartoon and get it out at verizon, freeing me up to go to Rincon the next day. That night we had Paul and Katie join us for dinner, as Brad and Hope made a fish (dorado) and vegetables with rice dinner.
This day couldn’t have gone any more smoothly. I’m worried about how low my standards are.
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