Tag: Akumal

New Beginnings

I didn’t sleep very well last night. The noise just wouldn’t stop. Roar. . . shhh. . . crackle. 3:30 am and I was still awake. I really can’t complain, though. It was the sound of ocean waves pounding the shore so loudly I was sure if I stepped out of bed I’d go sliding […]

One-Way

You voted and I listened. And unlike many politicians, I’m keeping my campaign promise and heading to Germany. I’ve booked a flight to leave on Saturday. And guess what – it’s a one-way ticket. Yikes! And, for some reason it feels right that I leave on 12-13-14. Hoping this brings me luck. I’m counting on […]

The Good, the Bad and the Gracias’s

I’ve got a secret; I wasn’t thrilled to be going to Mexico. I’ve been there before – many times. From working on cruise ships and visiting many of the ports, both on the Pacific side and the Caribbean side, to my time in meeting planning when I worked for a week each in Cancun and […]

Adios Mexico

I wake up early this morning; earlier than I need to. As my flight from Cancun departs at 12:15pm, I’ve calculated that, if I leave the hotel by 8:15am, I’ll have time to stop at Turtle Bay Bakery to grab a cup of coffee and a pastry before driving the hour-and-fifteen-minutes to airport to return […]

Winning Isn’t Everything

While I’m at the library for the third day (really, I’d only planned on one, but then again, I don’t really plan, and this is why), I attempt to speak with Stephanie’s grandmother outside (you may remember that Stephanie can neither hear nor speak). As her grandmother speaks no English and I speak no Spanish, […]

Artists and Environmentalists

After returning from Tulum, I give up on showering and drag myself and my moist (a terrible word) bathing suit over to the Akumal Library, as the kids there seem to have become my addiction. I arrive and immediately look for my love, Stephanie, who is nowhere in sight. She lives with her mother and […]

Is This Heaven? No it’s Akumal

Have you read Child’s Play? You might want to read it before this. After a few hours reading, drawing and playing on the playground with kids at the Akumal Library, I jump into Anne’s car with her and about eleven kids to take to their homes. Anne makes multiple trips and stops at each child’s […]