It’s Hash Monday morning, so I’m posting early. Leaving at 0900 to mark the trail and I doubt I’ll be back home afterward. My thinking now is I’ll get a short time room (and maybe a massage) at our On-Home venue, Hunter’s Jo Inn. More on that tomorrow.
I’ve said before that Barretto, at least for the foreigners living here, is like an amazing retirement community catering to the needs of us oldsters. Of course, those needs may be considered atypical from the stereotypes folks expect of the old and decrepit, but to each his own I suppose. Barretto has much to offer and it is not all about sex and debauchery. This is not to say they aren’t available but for many of us expats that is not the primary attraction.
Last evening was an interesting (to me) example of retired life here and got me thinking about the give and take that makes it work for me. I began my night by popping into the Kitchenette to say my hellos. There were no customers at the moment so I invited the gals from the bar across the street (Alaska) to have dinner on me. They happily accepted.
Next, I moved on up the highway and dropped into Marick’s. Only two girls working and no other customers but me, so I was pretty popular. I was feeling a little hungry, so I ordered up some takeout from the restaurant next door for the three of us.
I finished my night at Cheap Charlies where a couple of my favorites provided some comforting TLC in the form of a back rub. Very talented hands!
A quiet and relaxing Sunday night. It may not seem like much but it was a pleasant experience. Made the gals happy and they returned the favor. I’d call that a win!
Anyway, that trail isn’t going to mark itself, so I’d best get after it. Naturally, it has started raining just now which will make the task much more difficult. Oh well, nothing I can do about the weather.
Life is good and dying is the last thing I’m going to do. Hopefully not anytime soon.
While I can never relate to the randiness and will doubtless fade into a pretty sexless retirement, I’d say you’re way better off where you are now than you would be in any retirement home. In a home, you’d be dealing with staffers who would treat you like a petulant child for wanting to assert your independence. And as I discovered during my recent stint at a hospital, the very ambience of places that purport to care for you can lead you to convince yourself that you’re really sick and deserve to be there. No, you’re definitely better off living this life. If I had to choose between retirement in the PI and life in a nursing home, waiting for death, I’d choose the PI, too. At least whatever mistakes you make are your own.
Yeah, a retirement home would be a nightmare. I was thinking more along the lines of some of those retirement communities, such as Sun City, AZ. I remember seeing those as a young man and thinking no way, it looks so boring! If you get bored in Barretto it’s your own damn fault.