WEB CAM IN PARADISE

In June of 1999 DH went with a group of university professors 

on a trip to learn about ancient cultures of Mexico and Guatemala.  

Spouses were invited along.  I didn’t have to be asked twice.

 We spent two weeks visiting some amazing places and toured the ruins 

of Teotihuacán, Tikal and Chichen Itzà.  

Before we returned we spent two days and a night 

in a little village on the Caribbean.

DH and I brought along our snorkel gear and were enchanted 

by the beauty of the life in the coral reefs 

just yards from our bungalow on the beach.

 We vowed some day to return.

For a long time we could only watch that turquoise sea 

on the Akumal beach webcam. 

http://www.locogringo.com/Upload/akumal-beach-cam.html  

Finally, after twelve years, the pieces of our plans came together.

The morning after we arrived we found the web cam 

on a restaurant by the sea.  We texted our daughters in 

Utah and Idaho and told them to check us out on their computers.

 I wrote, “HI ANN” in the sand 

and we received excited text back that they could see us. 

A friendly couple came by with the same kind of idea.  

She was from the United States and he was originally from Germany.

While we visited with the wife he grabbed a piece of coral from the sand 

and proceeded to write, “BERLIN” for his friends to see back in Germany. 

 As a result the screen shots our daughter saved on her computer 

have the rear end of this geezer wearing a  floppy hat 

and long black socks—one up to the knee and one down.

 We didn’t care.  We were in paradise.

AIRPLANE! the movie REVISITED

LEAVING----

“Flying a plane is no different from riding a bicycle; 

it’s just a lot harder to put baseball cards in the spokes.”

 “What kind of plane is it, Johnny?”

“Oh it’s a big, pretty white plane with red stripes, curtains in the windows and wheels.  It looks like a big Tylenol.”

 In the unlikely event of a water landing… (Water landing??? Any fool can see this airplane can’t land in the water!)…the seat cushion can be used as a floatation device. (This seat cushion is so thin it couldn’t float a Chihuahua.) If there is a loss of cabin pressure an oxygen mask will drop in front of you.  Place the mask over your face and breathe normally. (Sure we’ll be shooting toward the earth at five hundred miles per hour and I’m supposed to breathe normally.)

 Ladies and gentlemen, this is your flight attendant speaking.  We regret any inconvenience the sudden cabin movement might have caused.  This is due to periodic air pockets we encountered.  There’s no reason to be alarmed and we hope you enjoy the rest of your flight.  By the way, is there anyone on board who knows how to fly a plane?

 Do you know what it’s like to fall in the mud and get kicked…in the head…with an iron boot?  Of course you don’t, no one does, it never happens.  Sorry Ted, that’s a dumb question…skip that.

 “Airplane management, the FAA and the airlines.  

They’re all cheats and liars.  All right, let’s get out of here.”

“I think I broke a nail.”

THE RETURN---

 “They bought their tickets.  

They knew what they were getting into.  I say let ‘em crash.”

 Bad news.  The Fog’s getting thicker.

 Auntie Em, Uncle Henry, Toto! It’s a twister, it’s a twister!

Beavis:  hope u r fine.  im in DFW waiting 2 fly 2 SLC.  they took ur dads passport in mexico and said it wud cost a 100 thousand pesos for his return.  i offered 50.  they countered with 75.  I sed 2 hi.  when they wudnt come down i walked.  That will teach them to haggle with THIS chica.  C U 2 nite.  luv mom

Boarding pass to S.L.C. $200.  

Getting out of D.F.W. before the ice storm.  PRICELESS


most quotes stolen from the 1980's movie AIRPLANE!

RECOLLECTIONS AND COLLECTIONS

I awake on my back looking up at a white ceiling fan; but not the same ceiling fan.  The breezy sound I can hear isn’t coming from the gentle wind lifting palm leaves outside our open window; it’s the sound of heated air flowing through furnace ducts.  And the rhythmic rushing sound isn’t waves of surf on a sandy beach a few yards away, but the peaceful snore coming from the other side of the bed.  I am home.

No more red tile floor of La Casita Sombra.

No more being awakened by 

the trill and squawk of jungle birds, 

no more quiet days free of 

unwanted conversation and responsibility. 

No more sand between the toes.

But I’m so glad to be back. 

Being a gringo is a challenge 

even when the locals try very much to be helpful.

I look through the photos and the stuff in our suitcases and think of the Parable of the Pebbles.

A man was walking along the beach in the evening when a voice said to him, “Pick up some pebbles and put them in your pocket, and tomorrow you will be both happy and sad.” The man obeyed. He stooped down and picked up a handful of pebbles and put them into his pocket. The next morning he reached into his pocket and found diamonds, rubies and emeralds. And he was both happy and sad. Happy he had taken some—sad that he hadn’t taken more.

I’m happy to have the precious memories of our amazing adventures and fun experiences; ecstatic that no disaster or calamity happened; and grateful to return to find all well with home and family. But still I’m so sad. I'll miss Akumal.

And I know I said we'd try to bring back some warm temperatures and sun.  

One look at the weather map tells you we FAILED MISERABLY!