During one of my dinners at La Bruja I heard the two
couples at the table behind me talking about Isla
restaurants they found on the internet. I had to say hi
and tell them about HollyEats.
Turned out it was HollyEats that pointed them to La
Bruja. This is the pride part - I turned further in my
chair to better hear all the nice things they were
saying about Holly Eats.
Did I mention I was sitting in one of those plastic
Coca-Cola chairs found all over Isla Mujeres. And
that I certainly exceed the rated capacity of said chair
- perhaps by a multiple of two. I twisted too far and
the chair legs kept twisting, bringing me to the ground,
still inside the chair - sort of like a turtle trapped
on its back.
Panic ensued. Three scared but very strong women rushed
from the kitchen, grabbed my left arm and pulled it in
three different directions - unintentionally, I presume,
keeping me pinned down, inside my chair. I kept saying,
"I'm ok, please let go of my arm." Alas their English
matches my Spanish.
Happy ending. I eventually made it to my feet with the
help of one of the men at the table I was talking with.
The three ladies and I debated a wood chair or doubling
up two Coke chairs - we settled on wood.
The queso fundido, fish vera cruz and flan were
This year's Isla adventure continues.