Guests Number 34, 35 and 36 left on Sunday and the apartment was strangely quiet and empty yesterday. Nobody was playing with the beach toys in the bathroom, nobody was making tea in the kitchen, the two guest rooms were deserted… Fortunately French S is arriving from Brussels on Saturday, even though I doubt that she will make use of the brightly coloured buckets and shovels 🙂
We had a great few days with Saltis and her family, and both O and I are hoping to see them soon again! They were extremely easy guests, even staying positive when buying pizzas turned out to be an all-evening excursion to Costco, and who could not be charmed by sweet little E who wanted to cuddle like a cat and who was toddling around the apartment (and kept slipping in the same spot on the marble floor – probably the most clean part of the floor, ha ha) with a rubber duck (or frog) in her hand.
I took the guests to the Old San Juan on Friday, and we had a yummy lunch at St Germain Bistro & Café – continuing the French bistro theme from New York!? We sat next to four French girls who were completely charmed by E but a little shocked when she started chewing on her shoe (Elle mange sa chaussure!)
While dad M visited the fortress El Morro in the heat, Saltis and I relaxed on the lawn and E could run around freely. Afterwards we had to rehydrate at El Convento hotel, where the waiter kept smiling at me – he recognises me and I am considering asking for a commission on the piña coladas that I make all our guests drink there…
The Saturday morning was grey and rainy so we sought shelter at Canóvanas outlet mall for a few hours, and the guests inspired the hosts to buy comfy Skechers shoes. It was quite a fun experience since O and I both found a shoe we liked, but then having trouble finding the second one to make a pair. I actually first got two shoes that looked the same but one was higher than the other one, at first I thought something was wrong with my legs!? The shop assistant was as confused as us… And it didn’t help that she thought that M and I were a couple and that E was my daughter – I told her that la nena (the child) wasn’t mine (so I didn’t know her shoe size) and I didn’t know where the mother was – Saltis had wandered off to the Guess shop.
Not a trip to Puerto Rico without visiting the rainforest, El Yunque! The rainforest was full of Brazilians and Indians (the “real” ones from India, not the local*) and wasn’t too wet…
A rainforest visitor was “attacked” by a stick insect – all of a sudden it just sat on his shoulder! Unfortunately the Puerto Ricans couldn’t tell us what the insect is called in Spanish (and O didn’t know either) but we were amazed to see one in the wild, they were very popular as “pets” in Sweden in the 1980’s.
The guests were treated to a gourmet meal of left-over pizza and salad on Saturday evening 😉 And to seeing O and Swedish B dance [plena?] at the Le Lo Lai Festival at Ventana al Mar in Condado! O is hoping to get fans in Colombia since the show was filmed for Colombian TV! E was sleeping in her stroller while the adults had mojitos and piña coladas after the performance.
Sunday was the guests’ last day in Puerto Rico and they went to the beach for one last time, and then we went for lunch at La España Bakery on the way to the airport. As you might have noticed most of our guests get treated to the same programme (El Yunque, the Le Lo Lai show, La España, El Morro etc)… but we like these places and events, and think that they give a good introduction to life and sights in Puerto Rico.
Yesterday, which was Labour Day, we took it extremely easy, searched apartment ads for homes in Brussels, watched the film SiCKO and ate left-overs (the pizza seemed to be never-ending, but we finally finished it yesterday, phew!). The workers repairing the facade of our building were working yesterday and wasn’t it typical that they opened the storm shutters and cleaned the windows of the guest rooms after the guests had left!? The shutters in the living room are still closed but I hope that our French friend will get to enjoy our ocean view next week!
*) I have been taught that in Puerto Rico you can’t call Indians from India for indios because then people think you refer to the indigenous population (the taínos), instead you have to say hindús – I have tried to explain that not all Indians are Hindus but what can you do? It’s all Columbus’ fault anyway 😕