We’re into our second week at Casa del Maya, the new guesthouse at Calle 66. This morning, we had breakfast on the patio alone, but normally there are “fellow travelers” joining us. A couple from Denver, two people from London, three from Italy, a nice pair of fellow Nutmeggers building a hacienda in Tulum. Conversation has come easily with our breakfast companions.
It makes it easy to meet people when you’re in the right guesthouse. Steve and Jordy are our amiable hosts, and they make the fruit, eggs and coffee magically appear each morning. The fruit is fresh. Steve bikes to the Santa Ana market every other morning to pick up fresh bananas, papaya, pineapple … whatever’s fresh. When I say we get eggs for breakfast, I don’t mean just eggs. On our first morning here we thought it was just something special for Sunday. But every day we get one of Jordy’s creations that appear to be right from a cooking magazine: quiche, breakfast burritos, peach-and-egg frittata, caramelized french toast, blueberry pancakes, chorizo hash and so on. We’re getting spoiled. No, we are spoiled. I’ve already offered to publish a [Read more…]