The whole vibe at Catcha changes at 5pm. There is a different energy in the air as business in the restaurant and the bar picks up. I think after the calm of the day it is a welcome change. It is fun watching the first time visitors walk out to the cliffs with wonder in their eyes. I recognized the look from such moments as the two of us the day before.
Sunshine was eager to sample some of the funky fungi he had picked up from Connie. We agreed that they were unlikely to hurt the sunset any, so when we went to back to the room to clean up a bit, we munched on a few.
One of the nooks a bit lower down on the cliff had been vacated and we made ourselves at home. Sunshine had the sudden need to take my picture from just about every angle imaginable. He did get some good ones.
I know they aren't even remotely Jamaican, but I do love me a good frozen margarita. I had promised myself at least one on the trip and tonight was going to be the night. Sunshine left me with the setting sun and headed up to the bar.
He returned with this glorious mountain of margarita in a beautiful hand blown glass. It was perfect. I was terrified I was going to break the glass, but it was so worth it. A swear the lovely presentation made the drink taste that much better. It was so good I had another.
We could hear the buzz of the dinner rush up above us. I know from a few back-and-forths to the bathroom that is was really pretty busy. It was like we were in our own little universe. There were all these diners above us staring out at the sea with no idea we were lurking one level down on the cliff face, totally obscured from sight. We'd found our groove and were having a ball. At one point I was laughing so hard I had tears streaming down my face. I had resorted to using the hem of my dress to mop the tears away, which seemed to only make me laugh harder. Laughing until it hurts is good for the soul.
Originally Posted by Seveen
