Airbnb Hair salon

I was able to go to my favorite salon to get my gray roots covered. It’s not fancy but it is in my living room and free.

My stylist is also pretty sexy. I couldn’t get a picture of him because my hands were trapped with the rest of my torso under a garbage bag with a hole cut in the top for my head.

The color came out great. The lighting wasn’t good in the apartment, but it was great at the grocery store. While Jeff shopped for food I had a little selfie photo shoot over by the seafood counter.

Insects at the Museum of Light

On Sunday we went to the Museum of Light. This museum is open until 8pm and we didn’t get our act together to go until 5pm which is why we picked it out of a list of at least ten other museums.

The museum had nothing to do with light. There are temporary exhibits, this one was on what insects look like under microscopes. It sounded weird but for $5 on a Sunday evening we thought we’d try it.

It was actually pretty cool. Who knew insects were so colorful and furry.

I also think insects look like horror aliens.

This is like a horror movie. The attack of the giant bee.

They also had some real insects. All the cages looked empty. But then the tops were all open so maybe they all flew away?

You could also look through a microscope.

Jeff thought you were supposed to pick these things up and pretend they were clothes. I don’t think you were supposed to touch them.

The museum was next to a park so after we laid down on this weird park bench.

Tacos!

On Saturday night we went out for tacos. It always amazes me how these guys can stand that close to cooking meat when it’s 101 degrees out.

We started with queso fundido which I’ll admit does not look good. But it was melted cheese and sausage that we put in tortillas.

No beer at this joint only “aguas de refrescos.” Which are basically juice. They are always made in house and always come in these reporposed water bottles. I got the red one which is jaimaica (hibiscus) and Jeff got limonada which was lemonade.

And then the tacos. I know this picture does not look good but it really was. And I know this looks like enough to share which is was. But we did not. We each ate this many tacos .

Dubai Brownies

On Friday we had a chocolate craving, but were also feeling lazy so we ordered in dessert. Brownies aren’t that popular here so we had limited options for delivery. We ordered something called Dubai Brownies.

They were good and had some pistachio. Not sure if that is what made them Dubaian. They tasted more like fudge than brownies and were weirdly sparkly.

We ended up accidentally ordering eight so they were Friday dessert, Saturday breakfast appetizer, and will be Saturday dessert as well.

Lots of Rain and nice ladies

On Thursday it rained in the afternoon and cooled off enough to go for a walk.

Within five minutes of heading out it was a downpour. A really nice woman led us to her garage where she suggested we wait out the storm. Once it stopped we continued on our walk but a few minutes later it poured again

We took shelter under a tree.

But soon it was raining so hard the tree wasn’t helping. At that point a different nice women opened up her gate and let us sit on her porch.

By this time we were soaked. If you look at the difference in the color of Jeff’s shirt in the pictures you can tell by the time we were on the porch we were drenched.

Finally after an hour total it stopped raining, we made it back to the Airbnb and wished we had a dryer. I’m pretty sure this is the last Airbnb we get without a dryer.

Compression selfie

Most people at the gym take selfies of themselves flexing their muscles and looking sexy. I’m doing both of those, obviously, but also showing off my compression garments

Due to my swollen leg I now wear compression socks. Normally I wear then under tights. But due to a lack of clean clothes I had to wear them as knee socks

I also wanted to show off my sexy hernia belt. I wear this under my shirt which is a shame since it’s so fashionable. Add in my sports bra, also called a jog bra by me, I feel like half of my body is under compression at all times.

The right amount of rooster

I love a good rooster crow. But it must be just the right amount. I don’t want it to be so loud as to hear it at night while I sleep. I can hear enough dogs barking, I don’t want to add a rooster to that. I don’t want to hear it too early. I don’t want to wake up to a rooster. And I don’t want to hear it any time before mid morning. And I’d like him to stop after about 5 minutes. I don’t want hours of cock a doodle doing.

This apartment has the right amount of rooster. He starts at about 9:15 and finishes by 9:30. But every morning I’m sure he’s been eaten. I worry until I hear him.

And then I’m happy and Jeff sings the Alice in Chains song:

“Here they come to snuff the rooster, yeah you know he ain’t gonna die.”