A day on the Malecon
October 24, 2010 Sunday
It was good to sleep in a real bed but I continue to have a great deal of pain on my right side from my graceful fall on the mountain. I am worried that it might be a crack in my pelvis although once I get upright, I can walk without much difficulty.
Dinner last night was at Los Magueqas. Rob continues to try Spanish totally unsuccessful but Rafael and Alvaro merely laugh and patiently correct pronunciation. I have pollo en mole, a very traditional dish. Mole is made with chocolate similar to Cincinnati chili. A Chicken breast is flattened to a thin filet and served over a lettuce leaf, rings of sweet onion and chopped peanuts. Rice seems to be always served as a small bowl packed with rice and then flipped upside down. My parents would have called it a sauce or dessert dish—usually serving applesauce or rhubarb sauce or pineapple chunks in them. Dessert was flan, very sweet.
We breakfast at the hotel restaurant, Glen and I share an omelet. We walk along the Malecon at a leisurely pace enjoying the pelicans, a home-made boat featuring 2 by 4’s nailed together for a mast; a large group of frigate birds float on the thermo cline. We stop at La Fuente for ice cream and sample the cactus sorbet—tasting like kiwi but a brilliant red color with black seeds. We take pictures of the many sculptures including the paper boat man which is my favorite.
A sports bar at the very end looks inviting and has a restroom and so we stop for a drink and a small snack. Glen and I have ceviche de camaron appetizer which arrived in an absolutely huge square bowl. We wondered what portion size actual meals would have been.
Walking back we wander through some of the artisan markets, Carol bought a lovely bracelet made of local stones wire-wrapped with cover and a pair of silver wire-wrapped earings. I find two gorgeous abalone thimbles and tea-cup plus a paper mache turtle with a bobbing head. I stop to talk to a man playing a saw with a fabulous inlaid abalone handle—made by prisoners.
Back at the hotel, Glen takes a nap while I read at the pool.