mexico.

We continue to screw up the simplest of plans.  It seems it’s becoming our "thing".  And still, they don’t affect the mood.  Go figure.

We missed our flight to Cancun.  It seems I blinked and suddenly it was 5:30 and our flight was set to take off in 40 minutes.  Well, fuck my life.  We flew out the door, stumbling and cursing.  Our cabbie must be the only one in the city who drives under the speed limit.  Wouldn’t pass anyone despite the frantic "WE’RE ABOUT TO MISS OUR FLIGHT!" I screeched as I ran out the door to the car.  We ran into the airport and the light was out at the desk – not a person behind the desk.  A representative caught up with us as we spun around, bewildered about what we should do next.  He helped us.  Buy a new ticket.  Motherfuck.

So we found our way there and only arrived 3 hours after we were originally meant to.  Unfortunately $800 poorer.

It was beautiful.  The breeze, the air, the green, the colourful flowers.  The Mexicans were wild friendly and everything was comfortable.  Keith and I figured out really quickly that we had missed out on that part of life where we would go party all day and spend the week at the pool bar, drinking our vacations away.  We’re apparently past that point and are right in the middle of comfortable relaxing vacation on the beach.  We went to bed early every single night and were up at 5:30 every morning except the last two, when we got up at 7.  And it’s strange, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.  We watched the sun rise while we stood on the beach.  We enjoyed the quiet of the resort before everyone got up and the music started pumping around the pool.  And when we were tired, we slept.  

I did indulge a little too heavily on Monday.  After breakfast we started drinking and forgot to eat for the rest of the day.  We hung out around the pool and met friends, and I did all the shots that were laid out in front of me.  Silly girl.  Long story short I was in bed, asleep at 6pm and Keith went out to eat dinner with some new friends we made.  All good.  They were really cool and we ended up hanging out the rest of the week.  Keith got into the sauce on Saturday night and got chatty and lovey and teary.  It was so great.  All gooey mush love words and hopes for our future and reminiscing about our past.  God I love that man.

We sang kareoke and sucked so hard.  It was really that bad.  I wish I had a video of how silent the room was.  Whew.  We lay around on the beach and breathed in sea air.   We went zip lining.  We swam in an underground cave.  We rafted through another cave.  It was so silent we stopped paddling and just drifted, holding our breath and looking around.  We went ATVing and lay around in a hammock.  I read my books under the beach hut while Keith played volleyball and would look over to see if I was watching as he made some "huge dives".  Cause, you know, "That’s how he does it."

I’m so glad we did this.  After a good 9 days straight together, I can’t wait for every day to come.