Sunday, January 1, 2012
Well, there you go. Mr. Moon with Rogillio and his youngest daughter. Or is it Rogellio? Well, I don't know but either way, there you go.
When we got to Playa Corona today, Rogellio and his son, J.J. were there and so we got to meet the grown-up boy. The last time I saw him he was just a small boy. Now he's seventeen and kept his papa up all night last night, worrying about him.
Rogellio put his head in his hands and said, "I never thought this would happen to me."
Just wait 'til those beautiful girls get old enough to go out on New Year's Eve. He'll never get any sleep. Ever.
I was so pleased that he went and got his daughters to meet us. What a beautiful family!
And to make it all even better, the reef at Playa Corona is recovering from Hurricane Wilma, finally, and it was a beautiful time snorkeling, too.
Just a really, really fine day.
We sat and talked for quite a while and caught up on things. How precious it was for us to see his children, for him to meet Jessie and Vergil. What fine children he has. And he is so proud of them, as he should be.
Jessie and Vergil are leaving tomorrow for the mainland to go and see Uxmal. They asked us if we wanted to go but I can't bear the thought of leaving the island. Only two more days here. No. I'm right where I want to be.
It was a very good day and a good evening, as well. Dinner was lovely and then a walk around the square. I keep saying that Cozumel would be perfect if it just had more blue water, more friendly people, more good food and more beautiful children.
Yeah. It would be perfect then.
I see houses with clothes strung to dry on the roofs. I think I could do that.
Well. I have a clothesline where I live.
And babies, the ones all grown up, the one still a boy, the one-to-come.
And I miss them SO much. So very, very much. Well, the babies. It'll be good to see the chickens, but it's the babies I live for, whom I must come home for.
(Did you notice I did not mention the dogs?)
When we left Playa Corona this afternoon, Rogellio said, "Keep having life." Or something like that.
You too, Rogellio. You too. Let's all keep having life.