A leisurely morning and breakfast at the El Rey Sol, the only French restaurant in Ensenada, it was like stepping back in time. The El Rey was founded in 1947, it is dark paneling, crests on the wall from every province in France. When I set my handbag on the floor, they brought a little stool to set it on. A pianist played in the corner throughout breakfast. It was very relaxing, but I felt so underdressed. There were a couple of groups of locals in the place, all dressed up having celebratory meals, it was sweet. The menu was pure Mexican food and I got my first taste of chiliquilles of the trip. I love those.
We strolled down through the back alleys of Ensenada looking for a coffee shop, we had found several, and knew where Starbucks was, but a coffee cup on a sign was our destination, we stumbled upon a very cute little plaza with shops and offices throughout. We had never noticed the plaza before in all the many years of traipsing around the area, I could imagine having an office in one of the little spaces myself.
In the afternoon, we went for a drive to La Bufadora. La Bufadora translates to Blowhole, literally. At the end of a long marketplace, there is a Blowhole where the water churns in and out with the surf of the sea, it creates lots of noise and lots of spraying water. Fortunately, the crowds were small and we were able to get close today. But to get there, you have to run the gauntlet of the shopowners along the way. Big and I are not souvenir hunters, so it’s tough to get us to even step foot in a Tchoske shop. Today was no exception.
Our next stop was the resort at Estero Beach, a beautiful resort on a little inlet that seems so far removed from Ensenada with it’s busy streets and unrelenting noise. Estero Beach is the epitome of peace, quiet and relaxation. A very attentive staff, a beautiful setting and I felt like we had fallen off the edge of the earth, it was a wonderful getaway, if only for an hour.
Dinner tonight was more tacos, a little room swapping and a relaxing night in for me. I’m 8,000 words behind in the National Novel Writing Month experiment, so I have some catching up to do.