Showing posts with label Vivian Reynaldo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Vivian Reynaldo. Show all posts

Friday, January 29, 2016

The art of communication and miscommunication

“Please put the toilet paper on the waste basquet.” 

A sign posted inside the public washrooms at one of our favourite island restaurants always makes me giggle when I read it.  Just one small word, on instead of in, and the whole purpose of the sign is destroyed, in a humorous way. 



Seasoned travelers automatically get what the sign is trying to communicate; put your used toilet paper in the waste basket.  There is no sewer system in many parts of the island, or in many other parts of Mexico, only holding tanks.  Business owners ask their customers to place all used paper products inside the waste paper cans reducing the number of times the tank must be pumped out, and hopefully reducing the number of times the system overflows onto the street.  It’s not our favourite thing about living in Mexico, it is what it is.


Another confusing sign can be seen at the crumbling edge of the Punta Sur cliffs.  It severely admonishes: “Do Not Close to the Cliff!”  Sure, I won’t close to the cliff, if I only knew what that meant.  It does sound kind of scary though.  Maybe the sign painter meant - don’t walk close to the cliff?  Don’t run close to the cliff?  Or maybe, don’t stand at the unprotected edge of the cliff as people have been known to fall off trying for that perfect tourist-selfie.  


Other signs on the island deliberately use humor to get the point across.  “Live Nudes!  We don’t have any, but we do have frozen drinks.”  

Bet that sign makes a lot of guys do a neck-twisting double-take as they putter along Rueda Medina in their rented golf carts.  

Or the sign that used to be across from the passenger ferry terminal where thousands of Cancun day-trippers arrived hourly; “Husband day care, while you shop.”  I’m sure more than one shopping-bored husband pointed to the sign, and said, “See honey, they will take care of me while you look for souvenirs.”  Then gleefully handing over a fistful of cash waved goodbye, “Have a nice time, dear.  I’ll be right here.”

M. Watt photo
But the signs we enjoy the most as the hand-painted, kid-produced signs reminding everyone to protect and care for local critters.  There are signs about iguanas printed in rudimentary English: “Take care me, make part of your world.  Signs about the crocodiles living in the marsh near Hacienda Mundaca.  And hand painted signs about the annual migration of the protected blue crab, posted at both Sac Bajo and Punta Sur, reminding drivers to slow down and let the critters cross the road.  


Watch out for migrating blue and red crabs
The large blue and the smaller red crabs like to make the trek, from land to ocean and back again, during moonlit summer nights. Unfortunately not all of the crustaceans survive this summertime ritual.  Some get squished, providing tasty morning snacks for squabbling birds or cannibalistic crabs.  In case you missed the words “protected blue crabs” and are considering a tasty feast – think again.  And besides, after watching the crabs feast on iguana poop, er, no thanks, I’ll pass.

Signs – the art of communication and miscommunication.  It is one of the challenges of translating from your own language to another language.  Sometimes it just doesn’t work out.  

I have on occasion, okay many times, written or said something in my rudimentary Spanish that means something other than what I intended to say.  Like the time I posted in a blog that I was feeling very hot, as in temperature, but the Goggle translation said I was hot, as in sexy.  Thankfully our friend Vivian emailed the correct words, and I fixed the blog post. We had a good giggle over that little error.


That’s what is so great about living in a small community on a tropical island, friends laugh with you.  

It is all a part of communication – mistakes and all.

Hasta Luego
Lawrie & Lynda





Pretty clear message - D Adler photo


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Friday, July 13, 2012

"Get your butt over here!"

Vivian, chef and owner of Qubano
"Get your butt over here! I need help."

Vivian Reynaldo, the chef and owner of an Isla landmark - Qubano Restaurant - chuckles while recounting her first weeks in the restaurant business five years ago.  She didn't have a clue how to cook pork - one of the main meat ingredients in Cuban foods.  Vivian paid the airfare for a Miami friend to come to Isla, to teach her. 

She laughs: "I'm Jewish.  How would I know how to cook pork?" 

Born in Cuba to a Romanian mother, and a Hungarian father she left her birthplace in early 1961 - sent to the safety of her Aunt Fritzi's home in Brooklyn New York. 

This was the year that Vivian discovered snow, the biggest snow storm of the century - 100 inches!  Later, after the unsuccessful attempt by United States backed Cuban exiles to overthrow the Cuban dictator Fidel Castro during the Bay of Pigs Invasion, Vivian's entire family fled to Brooklyn. 

 Vivian's first excursion to Isla Mujeres was in 1970, with her husband, when getting here was an adventure on its own.  The first paved road linking Merida to Puerto Juarez was built in 1954, allowing limited access to the area. 
The first location of Qubano Restaurant on Isla


Travelers were faced with a long arduous bus from Merida to Puerto Juarez, then a ride on the Sultana del Mar the original and, very slow, passenger boat. 

The streets of the island were carved into the sand.  Sand that drifted with the wind, piling up against buildings, causing havoc for the rare vehicle on the island. 

The new location on Hidalgo Avenue

The main area of habitation on Isla Mujeres was a sleepy little fishing village, with no amenities and couple of hundred permanent residents. 

She fell in love with the island, returning often and in 1978 with two young children, aged three and five, in tow.  Ten years ago she finally built a permanent home on the island. 

"Why," I asked, "did you open a restaurant?" 

"Because my friends liked my food.  They kept telling me - you should open a restaurant. 

So I did."   

Vivian's first location was on the Abasolo Street in Centro.  A cozy, colourful, little place that could squeeze about a dozen patrons inside. 

A few months ago she doubled the seating capacity - moving to a new location across from Angelos Steak House on Hidalgo Avenue.  It is just as cozy, warm, and colourful. 

And the food is still yummy! 

Lawrie's Sliders & my Vivian's Salad

Lawrie is a fan of the little Hamburger Sliders. 

Me, I am a admirer of her special Vivian's Salad, recipe that she created over forty years ago.

We haven't tried any of the pork dishes as yet.  But I'm sure that Vivian's Miami friend did a great job teaching her how to cook pork. 

Me, I'm just glad she listened to her friends' advice.  "Open a restaurant."
The Famous Fries!

Qubano closing Tuesday July 31st. Thanks for the great food, friendship and memories Viv!  

~
Murder and Mayhem in paradise!


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