The 1-year expiration date was looming so I booked one of their February "Saturday's at the Ranch" dates. My husband was slated to accompany me, but then decided not to go. I emailed Jacquie the night before and asked her if she was free for the ENTIRE next day.
By some miracle she was.
Yay for us!
We met early the next morning in the Old Town trolley parking lot and boarded the 'luxury coach' to Mexico. They handed out our folders with the day's activities, spa treatment descriptions and various marketing materials.
We pored over the material, deciding what we'd like to do most. Turns out we wanted to do most everything.
It was drizzly and gray when we arrived, but we didn't care, because they led us straight to breakfast! Fresh fruit, home made muesli and yogurt, warm tea, fresh-squeezed grapefruit juice, etc., etc. It was heavenly.
After fortifying ourselves, we were led around the property for a proper tour, which included a stop at the women's center where were received our robes and lockers, and booked our spa treatments. We were then let free to 'have at the ranch.'
Have at it we did. First off was yoga. After class we played around on the wall.
|Implements of torture?|
|Oh my, is she down for the count?|
|I loved her, and quickly said a silent prayer regarding our next Rancho la Puerta stop....|
|...hula hooping class. Jacquie clearly rocks.|
|Me? Not so much. I have the front to back swing going on, while Jacquie is doing the side to side. The side swing looks much cooler, doesn't it?|
|Pretty rock! (I love that there are giant slabs of rose quartz just laying about.)|
|But let's get ourselves to the reflexology path, shall we?|
|Here we go.|
|The rosemary was in bloom and spectacular|
|Over the river...|
|And up Dove Trail...|
|to inspiration we climb.|
|See? Told you.|
|Oh wait, even better|
|The valley below was incredibly gorgeous, and left us energized to gather up our belongings and head out to our hands-on cooking class at La Cocina que Canta|
Although I do have a few excellent photos of the ginormous organic garden behing the cooking school (especially one close up of a fabulous broccoli), my camera battery went dead, and I was breathing into a bag to calm my cooking performance anxiety so could not take photos anyway. That being the case, I will leave the rest of the incredible veggie porn to Jacquie.