Life in the Museum

That's what we're calling it now.  Life in the museum.  We're up at 5 a.m. to begin maid service maintaining the museum and wiping away all evidence of human habitation.

Yesterday I was having a moment.  After going through this routine for three days with no showings, I decided it was useless and threw myself on the couch to nurse my sore throat/cold.  Why do this crap if no one's arriving for the museum tour?

With books, laptop, mags, kleenexes, candy wrappers, and the remains from lunch strewn about, I was dozing in a Coricidin HBP haze when the doorbell rang.  I couldn't answer because I didn't have my tooth in.  (Remember the implant story?)  Craig answered and I heard the voice of real estate.  I'm in the neighborhood with clients and can't get in touch with your realtor.  Would you mind . . . .

Oh God.  20 minutes!  20 minutes! 

Craig grabbed the vacuum and I manned the paper towels and cleaning bottles.  The doorbell rang again and it was our realtor.  She lives directly across the street and her husband had sounded the alarm.  There's a man at their door!  Do they have a showing?  She grabbed the paper towels and granite spray and told me to start turning the lights on all over the house.

Lights.  Camera.  Action!

Now it's 7:00 a.m. and we've already tidied the front wing of the house (no one lives there and we're looking to ditch about a 1000 sq. ft. with this move) and moved on to laundry.  The museum must be ready to open by 9 a.m.

Craig's become obsessed with the little yellow palo verde flowers that drop from the trees in the park behind and blow into the pool. Yesterday he was trying to determine if the Bumpuses were getting the brunt of the flower fall into their pool.  He peaked over the 6 foot wall and oh my God!  There was Mrs. Bumpus in a white bikini splayed in a lounger by the pool with those little suntanning booth goggles on trying to maximize the skin damage before she flies home on the tail end of the snowbird migration.  He came back into the house chuckling.  We had no clue she was still there!  Love those quiet neighbors.

On that note, here are some photos of other people sizzling in the sun on a warm white beach in the tropics.

Oh to be this young again!

I spy a pigeon enjoying a Dos Equis with his coconut.

 

On an end note, got crack?

Back to the Bistro

Sometimes we get distracted by all the new and forget our old favorites. 

In April, we noticed Victor's French Bistro open during the evenings, so we had to go back!  Since we're usually on the island in low season, we've missed eating dinner there for a few years.  

The front of the building looks like the Bistro has a fresh paint job!  We actually ate our first meal ever on Isla Mujeres back in 2002 at the Bistro Francais.  Then there weren't as many choices on the island for dinner.  We weren't expecting much on a tiny little laidback island in Mexico, but Victor's food surprised us!

Victor serves a number of tasty dishes.  My favorites over the years have been the shrimp kabobs, filet mignon kabobs, and portobello mushroom salad.   The Surf and Turf is also great when lobster's in season.

 I chose the shrimp kabobs that night and they didn't disappoint!  Wonderful as always!

Craig ordered the filet mignon veal in pepper sauce, which also tasted fantastic!

We didn't make it there this year in the morning,, but Victor also serves great breakfasts!   The French toast has been my favorite dish over the years.

After dinner at the French Bistro, we wandered to Medina just in time to take in the last light of another day in Paradise. 

Back to the basics!  Dinner at the Bistro Francais and a sunset stroll!