Next week I am headed back to Las Ventanas al Paraiso in Cabo for my fifth respite. The welcome ceremony there includes a management sort (sometimes the GM) or two, plus a “butler” as well as a mariachi quartet and the offer of a small drink. I forget if there are chilled cloths which are truly welcome. I’ve always felt awkward during this ritual SO ... I screwed my courage to the sticking point this time to request no such “welcome” in favor of a swift escort to the villa where an iced pitcher of rum punch awaits.
We’ll see.
Last edited by KatW; Aug 17, 2020 at 7:44 pm