Alex would really prefer LuAnn take that pinot to the kitchen.

The Ramona and Jill "Come to Jesus" didn't go quite how the ladies had hoped.

LuAnn and Sonja discuss the men to women ratio of the belly-dancing restaurant.

Sonja's liking what she sees in this restaurant.

Almost turtle time?

Officially turtle time! Except that Ramona's having a hard time getting the bills in this belly dancers bottoms.

Alex claims she's the first one to get up and dance -- and this go around she holds true to her words.

Mustapha the tour guide has his hand's full.

One day a month? That sounds like a pretty alright marriage to Jill Zarin.

Alex knows that underneath all that Ramona, there's a very sensitive core.

"I have a message."

LuAnn offers you a seat Alex, and a henna tattoo if you'd like.

Alex attempts to de-weird her message, at Kelly's request.

The henna session appears to have hit an impasse.

Meanwhile, upstairs, Ramona insures her hair looks great, even if she's plotting a secret caftan spying mission.

The ladies deploy in search of caftans.

"Close your eyes."

She likes it. Albert you can relax.

Fifi, er, Jill breaks up the tension by showing off her amazing new 'do.

Jill is super excited to hear Alex had a message that wasn't for her.

If you're going to start with LuAnn de Lesseps you better finish -- and you better be on time?

Snack or early dinner? You decide.

LuAnn just doesn't want Ramona to run away from her.

Leave it to a pair of swimsuit bottoms to bring Ramona and Jill back together.

The ladies hug it out!

Belly Time is the new Turtle Time.

Cindy attempts to learn and the joy of cooking.

Greetings from New York, Ramona!

An aerial shot of the ladies final meal.

Jill Zarin imbibing something other than Diet Coke?! She really is on vacation.