Two weeks ago, my Piano Man and I left for Bad Ass, Lancre, as suggested in this post… But we changed our minds, about the location, after considering that a vacation with Granny Weatherwax would most likely mean Granny staring at us, in deep thought, while we cared for her goats and cleaned her privy… So we went to Playa del Secreto in the Riviera Maya, Mexico, instead. We had all kinds of fun in the sun… and in the rain, too.
The polar vortex that left New Yorkers and many others covered in snow brought some rain to Playa del Secreto. My Piano Man and I had to survive low temperatures of over 65 degrees Fahrenheit *grin*. The frozen piña coladas and pleasant Caribbean waters helped my lover deal with his agony.
Doesn’t he look absolutely hot, and so very serious, reading Neil Gaiman’s Anansi Boys? I was listening to Dark Witch, playing a word game and eating nuts. Oh, the torture!
I stood in front of the sea and tried an old Dominican myth. According to the myth, the spirit of the sea would drown anyone who yells some rather rude words about her mother. I was feeling adventurous, so I yelled: “María La O, María La O, tu madre es puta y la mia no!”
María La O just caressed my legs with a soothing wave that left me thinking that, perhaps, her mother wasn’s a harlot, or she couldn’t care less about me questioning her mother’s sexual conduct, or maybe my mother, um… never mind. I’m just glad the spirit felt no pressing need to drown me.
“Look at the cute iguana, baby!” my Piano Man said.
Should I have told him what I was actually looking at?
I did… But can you blame me? That man has some yummy legs.
One night we saw a couple of salamanders on a date…
…so we went on a date, too. We ate and danced and laughed and yes, we did that too… a lot.
On future posts, I will tell you all about the wild life and the delicious fruit trees we found in Valentin Imperial Maya. Also, about the stories inspired by the people who made our vacation totally dreamy.
Now, I need to announce the winner of the surprise: a copy of Dark Witch by Nora Roberts and a wee box with an even tinier surprise in it. By the way, I love the image crafted on the clay lid. ;-)
And the winner is…
Please sent me your mailing info,
which I’m sure I have somewhere...
but I’m in the mood for a little lazy.
I hope you love it. ;-)