On Sunday evening, Rose and I bicycled over to the Palapa Bar for a couple f cold beers before dinner.
There was a fresh-made Chinese Chicken Salad chilling in the refrigerator along with some of Maria’s homemade guacamole and a bag of her sweet potato chips.
The breeze in the bar was stiff and refreshing. The day’s crowd had dwindled to a hardy few.
Rose and I enjoyed a brief chat with an Oklahoma man named Todd and his college-age daughter Madison. He’s been coming to the island for many years and plans to retire here some time. We were already on or way out the door (mentally) when we met them but hopefully we’ll met again.
Sounds like Todd has some great tales to tell from his 18 years here, off and on.
This is the gift you receive when you head home from the bar, as planned: