It was one of those transition weeks that feels like it all happened a long time ago but was only days...
The recovery week on Isla included a lot of walking and a motorcycle rental, even though the humidity and heat were brutal. There's still a lot of tropical serenity if you pick your spots. And there's a good choice of fruit-based ice cream to help out!
A reminder of the season was the motorcade carrying the Virgin Of The Immaculate Conception ("Mary" to most of us) for a lap of honour. The statue was carefully transferred from the church to a Chevy pickup, then escorted by dozens of golf carts and scooters loaded with pious families. More meaningful than a Santa Claus parade?
The open-air cargo ferry gives a much better sense of departure than the closed-in speedboats. Two-tone seas beckon for a return, someday. Back in Cancun City, the ritual of finding smock fabric was repeated. Some lucky little girls will be getting hand-sewn colourful dresses!
Then a trio of flights home bounced us like Mexican jumping beans from sand to snow. The last leg turned out to be the worst flight in decades --- unexplained pilot absence, giggly uninformed cabin attendants, de-icing delays, turbulence, and airport closures because the flight was 2 hours late --- duh!
So we didn't arrive at the hill til midnight but the stars and cold air were literally breathtaking. Cold house, warm home! Next day trudged down to the car to retrieve stuff. And the day after that the twisted sisters bottled this year's vintage.
It's bizarre but true how great it is to do mundane chores again, like laundry. There's truly no place like home and we're happy to be here. It's really A December To Remember and it's not even half over. This time, we prefer bright and crisp sunrises over snow more than sand!
The recovery week on Isla included a lot of walking and a motorcycle rental, even though the humidity and heat were brutal. There's still a lot of tropical serenity if you pick your spots. And there's a good choice of fruit-based ice cream to help out!
A reminder of the season was the motorcade carrying the Virgin Of The Immaculate Conception ("Mary" to most of us) for a lap of honour. The statue was carefully transferred from the church to a Chevy pickup, then escorted by dozens of golf carts and scooters loaded with pious families. More meaningful than a Santa Claus parade?
The open-air cargo ferry gives a much better sense of departure than the closed-in speedboats. Two-tone seas beckon for a return, someday. Back in Cancun City, the ritual of finding smock fabric was repeated. Some lucky little girls will be getting hand-sewn colourful dresses!
Then a trio of flights home bounced us like Mexican jumping beans from sand to snow. The last leg turned out to be the worst flight in decades --- unexplained pilot absence, giggly uninformed cabin attendants, de-icing delays, turbulence, and airport closures because the flight was 2 hours late --- duh!
So we didn't arrive at the hill til midnight but the stars and cold air were literally breathtaking. Cold house, warm home! Next day trudged down to the car to retrieve stuff. And the day after that the twisted sisters bottled this year's vintage.
It's bizarre but true how great it is to do mundane chores again, like laundry. There's truly no place like home and we're happy to be here. It's really A December To Remember and it's not even half over. This time, we prefer bright and crisp sunrises over snow more than sand!
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