SIXTEEN: Cuba

Make plans for tomorrow but live for today.

That is the note the maid for our room left us on the second day of our stay at the memories resort in Cayo Santa Maria. And we heeded her words. No agenda. No appointments. No one calling 'mom'.  Just low stress decisions like:  meat or fish for dinner? What to mix with my rum? and Is it time to turn over on my beach chair?

Having never been at a sun destination resort I had no idea what to expect. I made many rules for myself before we left Toronto airport. No water or ice in drinks. Hand sanitizer before and after touching any serving utensils. No taking off my hat in the sun. Choose food wisely.   I am proud to say within the first 20 minutes of our arrival I had broken every rule. And therefore did not worry about said rules for the rest of the trip.  The food choice was easy since I didn't like the desserts LOL.

Sitting on the beach all day people watching, reading and napping filled our day. I believe the self talk I've been practicing helped me be more relaxed!  I had no problems wearing my bathing suit and coverup to the breakfast buffet.  I didn't feel self conscious on the beach. And most important. I was not critical of others I saw with different shapes   Looking around, I definitely would have been one of the few NOT enjoying the sun, surf and breeze.

I did stay in the shade most of the day unless I was in the water. And then I still kept my coverup on so I wouldn't burn. So although I don't have a sun kissed glow to my skin I definitely have a glowing spirit!

One story:). We were at the beach bar and a little girl was running after a small beach ball caught by the breeze. It kept missing the chairs scattered here and there and went quite a distance before someone caught it for her.  As expected, she took back the ball and turned around realizing she had no idea where she was. I watched a few more minutes to be sure she started back, all along wondering who would go claim her if she didn't find her way back soon. I stopped watching and turned to find her parent. Surely someone other than I had been watching over her protectively.

As I turned Kevin said "enjoying the show?!"  I told him I was worried about her.
Who?-- he asked me.
The little girl
What little girl ?
The one I was watching chase her ball.
Oh I though you were looking at another type of ball !!

I looked around with fresh eyes. Apparently between myself and the angel I was protecting was a very buff young man who was very drunk. As I watched the girl, the boy took off his bathing suit and put on his girlfriend's miniskirt. At the moment I looked over, he was lying on the sand doing pelvic lifts with his dangly boy bits waving below the skirt line.  The things you miss when you have your mommy eyes on :D.  .

The answer my friend is blowing in the wind.
The answer is blowing in the wind.
        Bob Dylan

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vWwgrjjIMXA