My husband, Peter, and I landed in Mexico again, and we did what we have done in the past. We bought an enormous cake. It's nice to have a cake in the house. I have discovered it is not necessarily a good idea to eat cake every day, as it eventually makes my clothes too small. But I do like cake, and I especially like Mexican cake, and more than anything, I like giving cake away.
We love the folks who work at this hotel. When I say 'hotel,' you might be thinking of some swanky place with long hallways and bellhops and a concierge. This would not be where we are staying.
Our hotel has only seven small apartments. We stay with Jorge, the owner, and Lulu, who cleans our room twice a week, and Pepe, who mans the front desk, and Pedro, who is the waiter in the small restaurant, and Daniel, who is the cook. On busy weekends, Jorge will bring in an additional waiter or two. And when all the rooms are filled, Lulu will get some help -- sometimes from her granddaughter, Bianca, if she is off from school.
