Punta del Este, Uruguay, up Close
The next day Moe and I went into Punta. (Please note that while Alex is indeed a member of our family, he chose to spend his days in quiet repose ensconced at the resort venturing out from time to time to buy pounds and pounds of food and champagne.) We waited for the cabbie who said he’d be there in 10 minutes. An hour later, the cabbie shows up. His name was Marcos. Intense guy. Alex says, no he’s not tense, but he was. Anyway, isn’t there a difference between “tense” and “intense”? Whatever.
The cab driver calls his wife and then hands me the phone. She explains that he picked up someone else and drove them to Punta by mistake instead of me. No, he didn’t. I mean he did, but it was no mistake. He wanted two fares to Punta to make more money, and he didn’t care if someone had to wait. She apologized for him. I said, “That’s okay” because I am a wus. He said, “Thank you”.
Welcome to Punta.
Delicioses was Delicious
We found an overpriced restaurant that was delicious! In fact, the name of the restaurant is “Delicioses”. Fantastic desserts. I bought a Napoleon for Alex, Coconut Cream Pie for M, and Dulce de Leche cake for me. When walking away from the restaurant, I got out the check just to mull it over.
It slowly dawned on me that I had just paid $250.00 for lunch. I also tipped the waiter really well even though the damn gratuity was included in the bill. Scheisse. Well, what can you do? I need to pay attention to these things. We got boxes for our meal and Maureen’s spaghetti spilled out into the big, plastic bag. I tried to fix it and got my hands all sticky.
Gluttons for Gluttony
We went back to this restaurant a second time before we left. The same waiter was there. He was perfect. He seemed to know exactly when we needed him and he also knew when we didn’t. There was no, “How are you doin’ over here? Is everything all right? Can I getcha anything?” On and on and all you want to do is eat in peace, and maybe enjoy a conversation with your dinner companion. No, this guy was good. No words were exchanged.
This is the strangest curiosity yet – a really polite waiter who isn’t an idiot.
Innocents Abroad by Mark Twain
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