Another blessedly quiet day. The highlight was dinner at the excellent El Noa Noa with Marcia, Susan, their friend Delaine, their son Tim, his girlfriend Rebecca, and family friend Shah. We started outside, but the heat, the wind, and the on-and-off spray from the fountain drove us into air conditioning.
We started with perfect chips and salsa, along with a small and very expensive bowl of guacamole, which was far superior to any I’ve had on the East Coast. I had chile rellenos with vegetarian sauce. For some odd reason, the green sauce has pork in it. The portion was so enormous I passed the second chile to Shah. The grownups shared a pitcher of margaritas. They were delicious but had no kick. The best part: My stomach didn’t have that swallowed-a-brick feeling at the end of the meal, a frequent phenomenon of Mexican dining in New England.
Afterward, we had a second evening of The Circus, so aptly named and in general outrageous and depressing.
It was my last day, and I cherished every minute of time with Marcia and Susan.