The day began with my busted up beach bag warranting its own chair at breakfast. Hot date.
I headed next door to “Sunset da Mona Lisa” for dinner. Last year, this was the scene of the crime that had me ready to propose to my waiter. This year, just a couple cocktails and dinner back at the hotel was fine too.
Dinner was octopus anticucho.
As did a repeat performance of the causa trio. A fun reminder of the previous night.
It was fun to sit at the chef’s table and watch the team in action. I was told that I looked Latin. Wet hair for the win. And I overheard a hilariously awkward date with an age gap that might have been just a bit too agressive. Love this place!