This past week one half of our family gathered at a local resort as we do almost every year. It is a time for relaxation, catching up, and on the practical side of things getting everybody together under the same roof, so to speak. We hope some day we’ll have a home large enough to accommodate our whole family without having to resort (pun intended) to what I called on my Facebook wall “my personal hell”.
That comment sparked a very funny exchange and on Twitter some baffled and some not so sympathetic replies.
So instead of shutting up now while I am still ahead I will dig in my heels and claim that yes, I do dislike resorts. In fact I am no fan of hotels in general. This opinion will probably not make me the most popular person where I live, the quintessential resort area. I will take my chances.
The thing is, hotels bore me almost half to death.
I love travelling, and accept that hotels are vital to the experience, but to me they are simply a safe place to return to at the end of a day of discovery and excitement. A whole vacation of unlimited drink and food, and toasting my skin nearer to a melanoma is not my definition of fun (hey, I already have a built-in tan!). You are entirely free to disagree.
What don’t I like about resorts? The environmental impact, the waste, the isolation, the impersonal and industrial feeling of it all. Give me a road and I will end up in some cabañas by the beach and some mom’n'pop restaurant in a town somewhere. Give me a vacation of discovery, people, places, something most resort tourists don’t get to experience. If you don’t speak the language can you even tell in what country you are? Does it even matter?
Certainly not to the drunken sap who spent his days by the poolside bar, and carried away to his room each evening by the staff.
I decided to make the most of it and worked every day. It’s the advantage of my job. I got some writing done and with a lovely view I must say. That is until a couple of duffers tried to assassinate me with a golf ball. I quickly moved my business inside.
So my dear friend. Come visit us, we really love visitors. Really, we do. We are friendly, it’s in our nature. And please do get out, know the country a bit. We have so much to offer.
But if you are just interested in killing your brain cells with our most excellent rum, or toasting your skin to a crispy melanoma under our clear blue skies, then by all means, don’t step out of the resort. At least the food is good.
Craving some "poor man's food"? This humble dish can be served as a side dish or as part of our beloved sancocho.
- 1 1/2 cups of medium grain corn meal
- 1/2 cup of all-purpose flour
- 1 cube of low-sodium vegetable bouillon
- 1 teaspoon of sugar
- 2 tablespoons of butter (or vegetable oil).
- 2 tablespoons of oil for boiling water
- Mix cornmeal, flour, 3/4 cup of water, sugar, 2 teaspoons of salt and butter.
- Mix well with a spatula.
- Take two tablespoons of the mix and form into rolls, squeezing to compress them. Repeat with the remaining dough.
- Mix the vegetable bouillon and oil with a half a gallon (2 liters) of water for boiling.
- Heat the water until it breaks into a rolling boil.
- Lower the heat to medium. Using a strainer place the rolls gently in the water one by one.
- Cook for 35 minutes or until well cooked inside (if you are going to use them for sancocho, skip this step and just add them uncooked to the preparation at the point in which you add the plantains).
- If it should need more water add boiling water only.
- Serve hot with pollo guisado or arenque guisado.
If you want a gluten-free version use more cornmeal in lieu of the flour (for a total of 2 cups of cornmeal). This may require a longer cooking time.
For a vegan dish use vegetable oil in lieu of butter.
Originally posted Jan. 2005