Sunday, January 20, 2008

Hotel California V


It’s funny how when one is on vacation and detached from the routine of business as usual, the days seems to last longer. Almost every moment of the day, one is consciously aware of the new surroundings, observant of other cultures, experimenting new foods, aromas and attractions - only pausing the exploration to rest.

The rich, fertile soil of the exotic flora seemed to fuel their passion, not only pertaining to the sexual realm, but for life itself. Each moment was thoroughly enjoyed.

In the mornings they enjoyed a walk through the quaint streets, to the open market place where the aroma of pungent spices, the array of lush fruits, sweets, grains, meats dangling from overhead hooks which attracted flies, were displayed as invitation to tease the palate and the purse.

On display, there were also lots of arts and crafts which Melanie loved. She favored the intricate hand woven blouses, and shifts, made of light cotton which were excellent for the humidity and heat of the region. She also opted to braid her hair like the indigenous women, and preferred leather huaraches, versus her canvas sneakers which were hot and constricting. Her skin glowed from the sun kissed tan, and the great sex they had daily.
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They particularly enjoyed a hole in the wall little café across the street from the mercado, which had excellent service. The people seemed genuingly very warm and friendly, happy to do their work, and even more to make a sale for that day.

Later on the day, they took up an activity which struck their fancy. They swam with dolphins and Larry took a picture of Melanie kissing a Dolphin. They are such smart and fun loving creatures; they seem almost human like.

The following day, they toured the Chichen Itza pyramid built by the Mayans, staying into the evening to view the magnificent light show.
On several occasions they went scuba diving, exploring the Mayan reef, the world’s second largest reef system. They found a whole new parallel universe in the sapphire and green waters of the Mexican Rivera. It was literally breath taking, in more ways than one. The strangest looking creatures made this their habitat, one could not help but wonder of the magic, yet brevity of life.
For us humans, as well as those creatures, It
takes tenacity in an ever changing world and shifting climate, to simply survive. In parallel habitats it seems the biggest and most ferocious predators, consume the weakest.

When not scuba diving in the reefs, they explored with guides, the “Cenotes.” These elaborate and intricate labyrinths of sinkholes, and underground caves were considered sacred by the Mayans. Skeletal remains can still be found and ancient ceramic artifacts have been found in the deep, of these water filled caves, which suggest these caves were populated before the sea covered them thousands of years ago.

Other times they chartered a boat to the adjacent islands, those named Isla de Mujeres (Women’s Island), Turtle Beach, or Snail Beach. They ate in any hole in the wall restaurant in their vicinity, and in the evening, usually after intimate play time in bed post their evening shower, they went to hit the ebullient night life of the discos and bars open until late into the morning.

This is not to suggest that their sex life was restricted to their hotel bed, on the contrary. The exotic locale and sultry air shed their inhibitions. They found it particularly memorable to have made love behind the curtain of a waterfall. The power of the current, matching the intensity of their passion.

Ultimately from over indulgence, one may wake up with a hangover. The two weeks were up for Melanie, and she had to say goodbye. Larry tried to convince her to quit her job and stay with him there. He had decided on one of their excursions to Isla de Mujeres, that he would stay here and die. This was paradise on earth.

Melanie explained to him, she simply could not. She had responsibilities she could not elude for too long. It came out then, she was a single mom with three kids, and that her mother was taking care of them while she traveled. She simply could not quit her only source of income and go on a prolonged sexual and drinking binge.

Larry was tempted to tell her that he could support her, she could quit her job and stay with him. But then he saw the futility of the situation, he desisted. If he offered her money, it would be the same as paying for her company, that wasn't cool with him. It had to be because she wanted to be with him.
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There was the issue of her kids as well. Not like they could leave school just like that and come to Mexico indefinitely; that would simply not work out. Perhaps if he had dated her before, and gotten to know her kids. At this time, he had to focus on himself and live it up. He was not likely to play the daddy card to get some pussy, as fond as he was of Melanie. This was after all just great sex, vibrant passion and friendship.

They tearfully kissed goodbye one last time, before she entered the airplane.