The plan is to pick up my glasses, then head to Ometepe for some much needed R&R. The specs are not ready yet. The driver didn’t come down and will arrive tomorrow. Mañana, mañana. Always mañana. Who would have thought that it would all go so smoothly?
As luck would have it, this typical twist of misfortune actually turns out to be a blessing. A wonderful day is spent eating amazing food and getting pampered in a spa. I have the best massage I’ve ever received, and I treat myself to a facial. Yes that’s right; a facial. Where they scrub you and smooth all kinds of nice things into your skin, while you lie there and listen to soothing, twinkly music, with cucumbers on your eyes; and you do your best not to fall asleep because you’re so relaxed yet you’re loving it too much. A facial. And I’d do it again. Maybe even tomorrow. And I might get a pedicure. Maybe even a manicure. Actually I draw the line at a manicure. I’m not a big girls blouse.
After lunch, I’m starting to get my old self back. The one who doesn’t feel like a half shut penknife, or suitable only for pouring down a drain. I’ve stopped quivering and shivering too; I can just about hold my hand level in front of me. I’ve come to realise that not shaking is a useful skill to acquire. Especially when playing pool for money. And shaving. And building a house made out of cards. Epic win.
Time will tell if I can keep it up. The odds are stacked against me, considering I really want a drink.
Perfecto
The plan is to pick up my glasses, then head to Ometepe for some much needed R&R. The specs are not ready yet. The driver didn’t come down and will arrive tomorrow. Mañana, mañana. Always mañana. Who would have thought that it would all go so smoothly?
As luck would have it, this typical twist of misfortune actually turns out to be a blessing. A wonderful day is spent eating amazing food and getting pampered in a spa. I have the best massage I’ve ever received, and I treat myself to a facial. Yes that’s right; a facial. Where they scrub you and smooth all kinds of nice things into your skin, while you lie there and listen to soothing, twinkly music, with cucumbers on your eyes; and you do your best not to fall asleep because you’re so relaxed yet you’re loving it too much. A facial. And I’d do it again. Maybe even tomorrow. And I might get a pedicure. Maybe even a manicure. Actually I draw the line at a manicure. I’m not a big girls blouse.
After lunch, I’m starting to get my old self back. The one who doesn’t feel like a half shut penknife, or suitable only for pouring down a drain. I’ve stopped quivering and shivering too; I can just about hold my hand level in front of me. I’ve come to realise that not shaking is a useful skill to acquire. Especially when playing pool for money. And shaving. And building a house made out of cards. Epic win.
Time will tell if I can keep it up. The odds are stacked against me, considering I really want a drink.