Tuesday, September 9, 2015
Barb and I both slept well overnight, even in a room with a slightly noxious aroma. The smell seemed to go away after we entered the room for the final time last night, so we didn’t bother to report it. It was when we returned to the room this morning after breakfast that we decided we could no longer tolerate it. We reported the smell to the guy at the desk. Then the truth came out. A strange smell had been reported a number of times by occupants of that room before, but management thought the problem had been solved. The guy at the desk apologized and assigned us a new room. We actually liked the first room, except for the odor, and he was able to get us another room on the same floor, and like the first one, with a view of the courtyard. A nice young man serving as valet helped us with our luggage and made sure everything was OK in the new room. We were happy.
Speaking of breakfast, the menus in our room state that the “Traditional Breakfast” (two eggs, choice of meat, etc) is $7.95. I was impressed with the reasonable price until we saw the menu in the dining room, which states the “Traditional Breakfast” is $9. I haven’t bitched about that yet, but I will tomorrow morning.
Another strange thing: When we checked in yesterday, the clerk gave us a slip of paper with the WiFi password and instructions for accessing it. When we found the signal with my laptop and phones, we were able to get on without a password. I mean, we just jumped right on. Way too easy. I already mentioned that issue and it’s supposedly being looked at. As of this moment, any fool with electronics can hop right on and take a chunk out of the hotel’s bandwidth.
We took a free shuttle ride to the Hotel Del Coronado, a landmark on Coronado for many years. Barb visited the place about 50 years ago during a family trip to California. We walked through the place, marveling at the opulence. After seeing as much as we needed to see of the interior of the hotel, we walked outside and made our way to the beach. We took our shoes off and walked in the sand.
The ocean water felt cool but not cold on our bare feet and ankles. It was almost like visiting Lake Michigan, except that the water was salty. We spent about an hour milling about the beach,enjoying the water, and taking a few photos.
After a pleasant sojourn at the ocean, we walked barefooted through excruciatingly hot sand to a place near the hotel where we could sit down and put our shoes back on. We then walked to the front of the hotel where I spotted the “Holy Bible Taxi” among other interesting sites.
After shooting a few more pictures, we headed back to the ferry on foot. It was very warm and the sun was bright. By the time we made it back to the vicinity of the ferry, we were pretty well drained of energy and suffering from too much sun. So we stopped at Coldstone Creamery for sure-fire remedies.
Barb took the sherbet treatment. I opted for half chocolate and half French vanilla. We were cured in a very short time.
We hopped on the ferry at the very last minute before it shoved off and we were back on the mainland within 20 minutes. We boarded the trolley and rode it to the Convention Center downtown, then walked about 4 blocks to the hotel. Before going in, we decided to check out the Puravida Yoga Center studio directly across the street from the hotel. We walked in and asked about the class schedule. There were several classes available before closing, the last a candlelight vinyasa flow session at 7:30. We decided to do that one, so we signed up. At 7:30, we were back at the yoga studio ready for action. And action we got.
The instructor for the class was Xenia Guido. She is an excellent instructor. Temperature in the studio was 86 degrees, so we got very warm very fast. The class began with a group “om.” After a rather calm and soothing beginning, there was about an hour of continually flowing exertion and balance. I was sweating bullets within a few minutes after the hard stuff started, and sweated profusely until the very end, which came an hour and 15 minutes after the beginning.
My heart was beating so hard by the time we hit shavasana that it took the entire corpse pose to get myself calmed down. The session ended, as it had begun, a group “om.” When it was over, Barb and I were both soaked in sweat. It was a great feeling. Good thing we borrowed a couple of towels from the studio. Sweat was puddled all over the parts of my mat that was beneath my head at one time or another.
There were a total of nine people in the class. Some of the attendees were very accomplished at yoga. Others, not so much. Barb and I held our own, but with the lack of lighting we had difficulty holding a couple of the balance positions.
We were very glad that we attended the yoga class because it seemed to loosen up all the muscles that were tightened up after driving long distances and walking many miles. The combination of a day at the beach and an evening of yoga made this one of the most memorable days of the trip.
After quick showers, we went down to the hotel bar where we had some wine and beer, and a couple of tasty flatbreads. Tomorrow, we leave this place.