Letters to Tuvia#169 Leaving Paradise #sol16 (3-7-16)



In a few hours I’ll be up for one last coffee on the balcony, one last shower, one last packing, more lasts for the morning before the car comes to take us back to the airport and back to our lives away from this paradise  Maris led us to four years ago.

Last night, in our favorite restaurant Chez Isabelle, the table was covered in rose petals and two couples shared the dinner: two old friends and two we met at the tequila tasting. Somehow Angel was coincidentally  back with us for our last meal. Add it up and he’s been with me for four of my of six dinners here.  It wasn’t a coincidence, but a gesture of kindness, an effort to make my time here special, beyond the usual special.

Martine, as he moves around the restaurants, selecting perfect bottles of wine for the hotel’s customers sought me out to offer one last embrace of kindness just before he recommended perfect bottles of red. No coincidence.

And so it’s been, throughout the week here.  Many have offered me a hand, beyond the usual, even for Excellence Playa Mujeres. They were happy to pamper me T, and I was grateful.

I would love to return here, to the paradise we loved together, but I’m not sure I can.  Yesterday,  after a week of treading water mostly in comfort I felt your absence everywhere and it was a hard day even with friends everywhere.

I’m just feeling grateful.

We were so right about this place.

Bonnie S.


13 thoughts

  1. It does seem like a very special place, with kindness shown everywhere Bonnie. You will keep it in your heart, like other memories. Hope the trip home is easy, Bonnie. I love the idea of rose petals on the table!

  2. You are an amazing and strong woman to undertake a trip to a place that will forever be in your heart. There are kind and wonderful people who remembered and understood your mission. While NJ is still NJ and NY is still NY, at least the weather is going to be warmer and the sun is supposed to be returning!

  3. Every year I am jealous of you, sitting on this beautiful beach and enjoying the sun! I am glad you had the chance to do it again, and hope that it felt good despite the sadness. 🙂

  4. Your pictures are so joyful, yet I know exactly how you feel when you write: “I felt your absence everywhere and it was a hard day even with friends everywhere.” Those conflicting feelings of evoking the good times you had together while simultaneously knowing you will have no more new memories — it can be hard to keep both in your heart. Writing helps to get you through.

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