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We decided to hit the sunny side of the continent for a bit of R&R - December was a rough month for us. After a good bit of discussion, somehow we ended up deciding on La Paz, Mexico. We found what looked like a great place on AirB&B (and it is!) and made all our reservations, including a car, so we could explore. Ken called the service directly to clarify insurance and prices, because who hasn't had fun with ever-escalating prices in Mexico?

(My first trip to Mexico, with my Mom, years ago, illustrated this perfectly. We laughed for years about "Breakfast Buffet, $2.99" signs at the street. Then on the drive in to the hotel, "Breakfast Buffet, $5.99." Then closer to the hotel, "Breakfast Buffet, $8.99," and by the time you got IN the damned place, "Breakfast Buffet, $12.99." )

So we were expecting the worst, and Ken quizzed the guys at Thrifty quite some bit. Even with all that clarification, he said to me, "I'm sure it will cost about 4 times that when we actually get there." I think the quoted price was close to $200 for a week. But we figured it would be worth it to be able to get to all of the snorkeling I would want.

So we arrive, and sure enough, there are long conversations on the way to the price, and we have great fun with Ivonne, our helpful counter person. She asks who the primary driver will be,and Ken says it will be his wife. "Because she's a better driver?," she asks, and we all laugh. She tells us she mistook another woman in the place as Ken's wife, and we all have a good laugh about that too.Then we get to the price. Yup. Looks like it will be hundreds more. Not quite so funny.

Being around the water

On The 4 Hour Struggle

A short story excerpt from Hollywood Animal: A Memoir by Joe Eszterhas.

The Pool Man

Henry took care of our swimming pool at the Malibu Colony. He was sixty-nine years old and lived in the Valley: I knew all the big stars when I was about seventeen, eighteen. Cary Grant came into the house once and the first thing he said was, “It’s very nice to see you, Henry.”

He was really looking at me. I was a good-looking kid. They’d all come to the house to see my dad. He was at Paramount then. He’d been at RKO before then and later on went to Columbia. I went to Beverly Hills High School where I was a really shitty student.

I spent all my time in the pool at home and we also had a place out in Malibu so whenever I wasn’t in the pool I was out at the beach, riding the waves and getting a tan. Man, I had a great tan but that wasn’t what I really cared about.

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