Well. Internet issues again. And I cannot seem to post a picture to save my life and of course I have so many from the past two days.
I'll just try and write a few words here before it becomes 2019 and post pictures later.
Mr. Moon and I just got back from downtown where we had a fine New Year's Eve supper in a place upstairs over a busy street. We could enjoy our drinks and supper while watching everything below- folks passing by, both tourists and local people, guys hauling ice and other stuff from one place to another, two guys sitting on the curb and throwing little firecrackers into the street, nine out of ten of them which did nothing but shoot a few sparks.
We walked around a little bit after supper and Mr. Moon got an ice cream cone and ate it while I had a religious conversation with a slightly tipsy older Mexican man.
"Do you believe in Jesus?"
"Uh, not really."
And so forth.
"When you pray, who do you pray to?"
"Do you get answers?"
But he did not judge me and shook my hand and we told each other Happy New Year and he continued on his way down the street and that was fine.
But then, while we were waiting for a taxi, some people came to stand in line behind us. An American couple and the woman immediately said, "Where are you from?"
And we told her and we discussed where we were all staying and blah, blah, blah and then she saw my Virgin of Guadalupe necklace which I love.
"That's the Holy Mother!" she said. "Are you Catholic?"
"No," I said. "I'm not religious at all. Are you Catholic?"
"Yes! So why are you wearing that?"
"Because I love it. She's the Virgin of Guadalupe, the Queen of Mexico. She's a goddess."
"Hmmmph!" she said. "SHE doesn't think so."
I laughed. "SHE doesn't think so?"
And then I apologized if I had offended her and I have to tell you that this woman had the biggest stick up her butt I'd ever seen.
The taxis were slow in coming tonight. I imagine that a lot of the drivers are home with their families and this, too, offended the woman who, I am sure, disapproves highly of celebrating the New Year if anything fun might be involved. She and her husband discussed walking back to their hotel but she was afraid that some of the areas they would have to walk through were not safe.
"Oh, I wouldn't worry," I said. "Cozumel is about the safest place you can be."
And it is.
"No," she said. "I don't think so."
So we all waited and finally a van taxi pulled up and two local families got on and Mr. and Mrs. Catholic People and us. The driver headed out in the exact opposite direction of where we gringos were staying and the woman became irate. "Hotel Villa Blanca!" she said to the driver who ignored her. "Where are we going?"
"Sweetheart," I said, "We're just going to the neighborhoods where these people live. He'll drop them off first and then take us to our hotels."
Oh my god. You could feel the fuming fumes come from the top of her head.
Mr. Moon and I, sitting behind them, were giggling to ourselves. The van had AC and we were driving through some interesting neighborhoods and who cared? We'd get back to the hotel eventually and meanwhile, it was a nice ride.
She never said another word whereas everyone else in the van would say, "Happy New Years, Buenos Noches!" when someone got out.
She finally did tell someone, "Feliz Navidad!" and her husband said, "That's Merry Christmas."
"Well, Merry Next Christmas," she said.
It's been a beautiful day. Yesterday it rained all day and we stayed close to home and read and snuggled and watched the rain come down. We did finally do a little snorkeling here at the hotel and yes, it rained on us and it was great. So today we headed south and pulled into a little beach bar and had lunch and drinks and there was a rooster there who looked a lot like Ringo. He delighted me. And then we came back here and snorkeled some more.
Sunset was glorious and it's almost 2019.
As my friend B-Boy would have surely said about 2018, "Well, it's been real and it's been weird and it's been real weird."
I have to have hope for this coming up year. I just have to. Otherwise, I might as well just jump in the Caribbean and swim until I can't.
I have my beautiful family, the best husband I could ever have found in this world to be a father to my babies, to love me and to love, and for the past eleven days or so, I have been in my own version of heaven- a place which always sustains me and fills my soul in all wondrous ways.
And. To put the cherry on top of the cowgirl, our dear Mr. Yorkshire Pudding has awarded me his annual Overall Laughing Horse Blog Award.
I am incredibly honored. If you don't read his blog, you should. And not just because he gave me this award. He is irreverent and a walker and a former teacher and his car is named Clint. And he's funny as hell in a very dry, English witty way. And sometimes he posts poems and songs he's written.
I have so much to be thankful for. And now it is time to go and snuggle with my sweet, handsome sweetheart as this year comes to a close.
Dear Lord, let Mueller and karma please have their way with The Great Pretender.
I wish us all peace and happiness.