Still life in a spot where life is constantly on the move. As our day of departure creeps closer, the hotel staff is preparing for throngs of people who are expected Sunday and Monday. The week between Christmas and New Years is the busiest. Many lounges have been added to the pool area. New casitas are being constructed. The Cancun tourist business is about to boom--without us.
And while I'll be sad when I step off the plane into the cold Sunday, I'm not sad about going home--even though cold chicken sandwiches will be our fare well into January and I'll miss those chips and the sea green sea.
I need plain food. I need to feel the deep warmth of my red walls. I need to cut my fingernails and play Beethoven badly. I need to process the hundreds of photos I took of strangers while the washer beats the sand out of my windbreaker. I need to sit in my studio and contemplate what am I going to do with that larger than life, Venetian self portrait? I need to not need to put on lipstick!
I am looking forward to New Years Eve and Jeff Daniel's concert in Chelsea--and seeing the Diego Rivera and Frieda Kahlo exhibit at the DIA while others bake in the sun. Doses of the beach and sea are as refreshing as the water in that bucket, but only part of the meal.