I'm not sure what, exactly, an "old cow-hand" is -- I think it's a rancher or a ranch employee -- but what made me think of this song tonight was that it's Cowboy Night here at my hotel. I ate a lot the first few days I was here, but I tapered off (not entirely by choice, but I'll write more about that when I'm home). However, I found myself very curious about Cowboy Night, so I moseyed on over to the hacienda patio to have a look-see. In actuality, it was the same foods the hotel puts out most nights, with the addition of some grilled meats. It was tasty and while "cold tea" isn't a staple in these parts, my folks here have been looking out for me in that regard. One young man went to get me some tea and took a very long time coming back. When he returned, I saw the teabag over the rim of the glass and realized that he had gone somewhere to brew tea for me and then poured it over ice. That was very sweet.
Because of yesterday's incident -- and I don't want to be mysterious, but I also don't want to write about it until I'm back in the U.S.A. -- I am semi-famous, or perhaps infamous, around the resort. Good or bad, everyone knows who I am and is bending even further backwards to make sure my stay is pleasant. (I will say that I wasn't physically harmed or anything horrible like that.) Today the concierge called to ask if she could bring a massage gift certificate to my room, compliments of the hotel manager. I told her I was resting and would pick it up later. My massage is scheduled for 9:00 tomorrow morning, an hour and a half (or so) before the shuttle picks me up to take me to the airport. So that's nice. Then a day of travel, and by late tomorrow night I will be snuggling in my own bed in mi casa. Vacation is good; going home is always good too. Buenos noches.
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