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.