Lost in Mexico
Well
it's day 3 back from Mexico and feeling a bit chilly, a bit lost as i
cannot seem to find someone to fill my margerita cup, ugh that sounds a
bit entitled.
I will spare you from boring details and pictures of someone else's boring adventures except to say that we did have a trip of a lifetime , the last time we were in Mexico was shortly after Ashley passed so it was more like an escape from our grim reality , this time was a bit more about truly appreciating where we are today , in that moment and trying a few things we've never done before , including tagging along a couple boyfriends (the girls , not mine) , wow what a difference in our lives and spans from 6 years ago, my kids have grown up and Mexico was a true yardstick for that measurement of time.
Our resort was lovely and frankly i would be happy in a grass shack on a white sand, blue sea shore anywhere in Mexico but this place was huge, a few differences from our last place but nothing even worth mentioning , the most important attribute was how friendly the staff were , i swear i must have said hola 200 times a day in reply , we were situated close to the quaint little town of Bucerias so we were able to walk /ride bikes there , Darcy and i ventured off ( aka got lost) into some less than quaint streets of "real " Mexico and got a glimpse of "out of resort" life , as eye opening as it was it was one of my highlights . We enjoyed para sailing boogie boarding massages on the beach ( by a professional , not our lame ass massages) ATV'g seadooing and a sailing adventure to Maredias to scuba dive ...spectacular , the evening shows were incredible and we were able to spend some time getting to know stef
's friends parents who were also on the trip ...one night we were leaving the lounge and up the street out of the resort i could hear singing being belted out of the nearby sports bar , i wondered why that voice sounded so familiar and yes it was my karaoke Stefanny belting out some tune i had never heard before, did i mention Stef has a little wild side.
So to say the trip was perfect would nearly be an understatement and my only regret or preparation for next time would be to speak the language , maybe getting lost would be a little less intimidating if i could say something more than hola and mojito and gracias, seriously now .
So perfect as it was right up to the last evening , my only thing left on the list of stuff i wanted to do was to get a family pic on the beach at sunset , easy, right ? We gathered at the beach and because i had been so careful to remove my necklace during our excursions i remembered to put it on for the picture , i wanted Ashley in the picture , if you're confused let me explain , my necklace ( well, we all have one ) is an angel which contains Ashleys ashes in it so you can imagine the sentiment. As i was attempting to put in on the clasp came away and i kinda got worried about how safe it would be to wear so just as i was putting it away in my bag the necklace swung in front of the picture that i quickly tried to snap of the girls , i took 3 steps and felt the medallion hit my foot and fall , i immediately fell to my knees trying not to disturb it but it wasn't there it wasn't where it was supposed to be , i started to panic and pretty soon all of us were looking for it but the more you moved , the more likely it was to fall beyond the surface , like quicksand , pretty soon others joined the search and as more joined the worse i felt , the stupider i felt , i'm sure they were wondering what the big deal was ," it's only a material thing , you can get another one " perhaps the people we were vacationing with got the word out because somehow the dig became a little more intense and before i knew it there were 15-20 extra people helping the number kept growing , we had a rake and a sand grater, flip flops for gridding and the sun was going down, fast .Little kids started helping and as much as i wanted to hug their chubby little faces i wanted to scream" stop digging you little monsters you're making it worse" as the sun was fading fast so was my hope , i could not bare the fact of leaving Ashley behind ,i know its only symbolic but i felt like such a bad mom , i lost my child on the beach . Soon Darcy was convincing me to let it rest for the night and pick it up in the morning , i had to let it go, the next day was our last day we only had a few short hours left in Mexico and i didn't know how to wrap my head around it , this must all sound so silly but that's how my crazy mind works . I couldn't sleep all night and kept trying to relive the moment when i dropped it recreating the picture i took to give me a better location ...i got up and headed to the beach at dawn and as i approached the beach it didn't look the same, the area seemed different but i started skimming the surface of already dug up sand and as i said a little prayer ...just like direct irony to the prayer i could hear the sand grating machines starting up and heading my way , i wanted to run in front and throw myself down and give them what few pesos i had left to just shut down there stupid machines, like really do you really need to sift the sand ...ugh! A few minutes later Darcy came sauntering by , i was really hoping not to get a whole speel on "safe places to keep jewelry in Mexico" the problem with this sweet little medallion is that its no longer shiny silver , its actually the color of Mexican sand ..people were starting to gather on the beach , i'm not sure whether to help , watch ,or witness the crazy lady flipping sand about the beach , either way i was in a zone , the minutes were ticking down like sand in an hourglass ( and so are the days of out lives , forgive the soap operatic moment) and i tried resolving this emotionally and mentally and physically ....then i heard the sound of triumph ..."OLE" and Darcy's arms fling up in the air and beach break out into applause , i fell forward onto the warm beautiful Mexican sand and thanked God , thanked Darcy and burst into tears , it was lost and now its found , those people , those funny sweet people that you know you're never gonna see ever again in your life that stopped what they were doing even for a few moments and dug in , put aside there own stuff and in the end rejoiced along with us. Of course we told ourselves silly little tings like "Ashley just wanted to spend a night on the beach " " she didn't like the picture i took " " wanted to have some fun with us " not easy to do for a concrete thinker but i'll take it ...so the trip was wonderful and meaningful and peaceful in so many ways , were home and don't think for a moment Darcy is not taking full advantage of payback for his heroism
I will spare you from boring details and pictures of someone else's boring adventures except to say that we did have a trip of a lifetime , the last time we were in Mexico was shortly after Ashley passed so it was more like an escape from our grim reality , this time was a bit more about truly appreciating where we are today , in that moment and trying a few things we've never done before , including tagging along a couple boyfriends (the girls , not mine) , wow what a difference in our lives and spans from 6 years ago, my kids have grown up and Mexico was a true yardstick for that measurement of time.
Our resort was lovely and frankly i would be happy in a grass shack on a white sand, blue sea shore anywhere in Mexico but this place was huge, a few differences from our last place but nothing even worth mentioning , the most important attribute was how friendly the staff were , i swear i must have said hola 200 times a day in reply , we were situated close to the quaint little town of Bucerias so we were able to walk /ride bikes there , Darcy and i ventured off ( aka got lost) into some less than quaint streets of "real " Mexico and got a glimpse of "out of resort" life , as eye opening as it was it was one of my highlights . We enjoyed para sailing boogie boarding massages on the beach ( by a professional , not our lame ass massages) ATV'g seadooing and a sailing adventure to Maredias to scuba dive ...spectacular , the evening shows were incredible and we were able to spend some time getting to know stef
's friends parents who were also on the trip ...one night we were leaving the lounge and up the street out of the resort i could hear singing being belted out of the nearby sports bar , i wondered why that voice sounded so familiar and yes it was my karaoke Stefanny belting out some tune i had never heard before, did i mention Stef has a little wild side.
So to say the trip was perfect would nearly be an understatement and my only regret or preparation for next time would be to speak the language , maybe getting lost would be a little less intimidating if i could say something more than hola and mojito and gracias, seriously now .
So perfect as it was right up to the last evening , my only thing left on the list of stuff i wanted to do was to get a family pic on the beach at sunset , easy, right ? We gathered at the beach and because i had been so careful to remove my necklace during our excursions i remembered to put it on for the picture , i wanted Ashley in the picture , if you're confused let me explain , my necklace ( well, we all have one ) is an angel which contains Ashleys ashes in it so you can imagine the sentiment. As i was attempting to put in on the clasp came away and i kinda got worried about how safe it would be to wear so just as i was putting it away in my bag the necklace swung in front of the picture that i quickly tried to snap of the girls , i took 3 steps and felt the medallion hit my foot and fall , i immediately fell to my knees trying not to disturb it but it wasn't there it wasn't where it was supposed to be , i started to panic and pretty soon all of us were looking for it but the more you moved , the more likely it was to fall beyond the surface , like quicksand , pretty soon others joined the search and as more joined the worse i felt , the stupider i felt , i'm sure they were wondering what the big deal was ," it's only a material thing , you can get another one " perhaps the people we were vacationing with got the word out because somehow the dig became a little more intense and before i knew it there were 15-20 extra people helping the number kept growing , we had a rake and a sand grater, flip flops for gridding and the sun was going down, fast .Little kids started helping and as much as i wanted to hug their chubby little faces i wanted to scream" stop digging you little monsters you're making it worse" as the sun was fading fast so was my hope , i could not bare the fact of leaving Ashley behind ,i know its only symbolic but i felt like such a bad mom , i lost my child on the beach . Soon Darcy was convincing me to let it rest for the night and pick it up in the morning , i had to let it go, the next day was our last day we only had a few short hours left in Mexico and i didn't know how to wrap my head around it , this must all sound so silly but that's how my crazy mind works . I couldn't sleep all night and kept trying to relive the moment when i dropped it recreating the picture i took to give me a better location ...i got up and headed to the beach at dawn and as i approached the beach it didn't look the same, the area seemed different but i started skimming the surface of already dug up sand and as i said a little prayer ...just like direct irony to the prayer i could hear the sand grating machines starting up and heading my way , i wanted to run in front and throw myself down and give them what few pesos i had left to just shut down there stupid machines, like really do you really need to sift the sand ...ugh! A few minutes later Darcy came sauntering by , i was really hoping not to get a whole speel on "safe places to keep jewelry in Mexico" the problem with this sweet little medallion is that its no longer shiny silver , its actually the color of Mexican sand ..people were starting to gather on the beach , i'm not sure whether to help , watch ,or witness the crazy lady flipping sand about the beach , either way i was in a zone , the minutes were ticking down like sand in an hourglass ( and so are the days of out lives , forgive the soap operatic moment) and i tried resolving this emotionally and mentally and physically ....then i heard the sound of triumph ..."OLE" and Darcy's arms fling up in the air and beach break out into applause , i fell forward onto the warm beautiful Mexican sand and thanked God , thanked Darcy and burst into tears , it was lost and now its found , those people , those funny sweet people that you know you're never gonna see ever again in your life that stopped what they were doing even for a few moments and dug in , put aside there own stuff and in the end rejoiced along with us. Of course we told ourselves silly little tings like "Ashley just wanted to spend a night on the beach " " she didn't like the picture i took " " wanted to have some fun with us " not easy to do for a concrete thinker but i'll take it ...so the trip was wonderful and meaningful and peaceful in so many ways , were home and don't think for a moment Darcy is not taking full advantage of payback for his heroism
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