Wow, I'm up early this morning after having interactive dreams all night long. I was back on Isla with hurricane dreams brought on by acid reflux. Burp burp. The indigestion in turn was brought on by the late night chocolate I consumed last night. I kept dreaming I was back in that room at the Rocamar worrying those crashing waves were going to make it to the third floor balcony!
My fall off the proverbial wagon all started with the suggestion of an approaching storm. Not that I wasn't indulging a little bit on Isla before Ida came into my life, but she was the final blow to any semblance of a healthy diet. B.I. (Before Ida), I was up early each morning in a routine of a long walk looping El Centro and the malecon followed by a trip to the seaglass mine and a swing past the little shop on Juarez that sells fresh cut up fruit and bottles of orange juice.
But it was around the morning of Friday, November 6 that a little bit of panic set in. I think Wayne had posted that he was deciding whether to begin hurricane preparations, and I read on one of the weather sites that Ida had sped up and was headed on a bulls eye run towards the Yucatan Channel and Isla. Instead of a Tuesday arrival when I would be long gone, it was now slated for late Sunday. I suddenly realized that I had a chance of getting caught in a big storm on Isla! So I went into big storm mode -- a longstanding routine dating back to my life in Washington State. When a big snowstorm and/or big windstorm approached, I'd make a run on the grocery store. I was a little worried about locals making a run on the supermercado and depleting the shelves of the necessities, so I was up bright and early Friday morning to make a run on the supermercado and the ATM machine. (I didn't realize that the locals wait a little later to make the run on the store!)
Mary, forgive me, for I am about to sin big time. Turn around and look away! I'm headed for the snack aisle at the supermercado!
The Bimbo stand! Let's face it, if you're in a hotel room and they shut off the power, you don't want anything that needs preparation or might spoil! So by all means, buy something with an indefinite shelf life packaged to withstand the ages. Those little Bimbo donuts (the grande package!), lots of those little packages of cookies, a bag of limon Sabritas, a supply of my favorite B Light drinks, some M&M's and a Snicker bar -- you get the picture! A little package of graham crackers was the healthiest purchase on my list. And I threw in a large bottle of agua purificado for good measure. By the way, I bought double on the Bimbo donuts (I guess I thought I was in for a long siege) and the maid at Media Luna inherited an entire bag when I exited the island.
Anyway, I was down for the count. Lying on the street by the side of the wagon I'd fallen from. By Saturday evening, I had to make another run past a mini-mart on my way back to the Rocamar because I'd already eaten half my supply of panic snacks! LOL And here I am two weeks later, still indulging.
I'm a little worried since Thursday is Thanksgiving and that marks the big slide into Christmas binge eating. Crap!
What I really need right now is a wonderful place right down the street I can stroll to in the evenings for a nice salad -- already prepared for me!
I promise to eat all my salad, go light on the dressing, and just nibble on a few of those pieces of toasted bread with roasted garlic! And even if I succumb to a meal off the menu, I'd order the fish in Cuban sauce. Mmmmmmmmmm. Just beam me back to Isla!
I never can get the name right, but you know what/where I'm talkin' about! Victor's Viva con Cuba Libre!
P.S. Stayed tuned for more Isla food next week!