Sometimes, you need to take the time to stop. To pause for breath. To fill your senses with everything that’s beautiful and to let the world’s cares, concerns and curmudgeonly characteristics sit sloppily in a pile to be dealt with tomorrow. When that happens, I wish I could transport you to the soul-drenching shores of the sweet Playa Maya, where white sands and near-white blue water work wonders on a pair of hunched shoulders, some gritted teeth and a furrowed brow.
Better yet, I’d join you there.
What I can do, though, is to try to make that coastline come alive tonight. To tell you about the fifty shades of blue that captured light like jewelry-box diamonds. The sand stealth-softened by the waves and the shrugs of seaweed that marked the doorway to danger: scorched soles only beyond this point.
I’d share the ceviche – served fresh – that sang with sliced lime and lemon, among chopped chilli and razor-sharp triangles of tortilla.
I’d share the boats, painted blue and white and tethered to tree trunks chopped short in the sand.
And before you got too serious, I’d share the sight of two tourists jumping high with emotion if low on coordination.
And by the end of all that, I’d hope that you stopped, just for a moment, to smile as you looked at the full week ahead.
Happy Sunday everyone. Here’s to an interesting and inspiring week ahead.
This trip to Mexico came about thanks to the gorgeous Hotel Viceroy Riviera Maya with flights from British Airways. The hotel offers a picnic package direct to Playa Maya (although they have access to a lovely beach of their own as well.) Find out more details on their site – or else check back here for more about my time there. As ever, as always, I kept the right to write what I like. Otherwise, that time on the beach feels ruined.