written January 22, 2008:
Ken is the ironically white-guy-from-New-York acupuncturist here at the resort. (Funny, dont you think…a white guy as the acupuncturist, in Asia?…well, he must be good.) Anyway, he is a great guy and took Monica and I out to dinner tonight. He moved here 2 years ago from the Big Apple and so its been wonderful to have him here to help with all the logistics of living in this foreign town. When he suggested dinner, I was thinking, “Great! He’ll know a fantastic little, local hole in the wall that I would otherwise never find on my own…”
As we rode through town, with me on the back of his motor bike weaving in and out of all the cars as seems to be the norm here, we arrive at our destination. Well let me tell ya, this isn’t just a little hole in the wall. Its a boutique hotel you’d find on the beach in LA. We stroll up the sleek, sexy, slinky staircase (try saying that fast 5 times….I just did…well, I tried anyway) up 4 flights of stairs until we reach the restaurant. Then up one more floor to the roof top seating. SWANKY!! Cushions spread in comfy circles with little low standing tables in the middle. And the view! The moon was full, deep orange….like a harvest moon, and was glistening off the ocean. It was absolutely stunning. And the view of the town, stunning as well. We had a scrumptious calamari appetizer then I had grilled scallops, Ken had tuna, and monica had a seafood salad….I kept pinching myself. “I’m not on vacation. I live here!” Whomever comes to visit me first, I promise I’ll take you!!! Just let me know when, and I’ll make the reservation!
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment