La Isla Bonita
This has been a wonderful trip for me–and I’m having a hard time saying goodbye to Puerto Vallarta–our La Isla Bonita. This trip has been good for me all the way down to my bones. As I lay in bed and listen to the parrots chatter outside my window I’m wondering why we don’t always live like this? In just a few hours I will get on a plane for home. I know that as my tan fades my stress level will gradually increase, my allergies will return, and I will long for lazy days at the pool accompanied by my friends ice-cold water and frosty margarita.
My reluctance to return to my life comes from the fear of exhaustion. Rarely have I needed a holiday more than this one. While I know that my life will be much easier than it has been in the past couple of years I still have a “body memory” of exhaustion. Just the “idea” of going home has made my muscles tense a bit. So I’ve been engaging in a little bit of self talk to assure myself that I’ll be just fine –even though I feel like a rather ridiculous version of Stuart Smalley (I much prefer Al Franken as a senator).
I was having quite a bit of success with my little self-indulgent activity until a beautiful yellow and scarlet bird decided to perch just outside my window. It took a little drink from the pool, then preened it’s amazing feathers. Finally it looked at me and squawked out a rather amusing sound that I interpreted as “oh, hello.”
I will miss it here.
Still, there is a LOT to look forward to upon returning home. I’m committed to having a beautiful garden this year. I’m also really looking forward to continuing our Sunday Soups and perhaps most of all I’m looking forward to being able to enjoy this spring and summer without having to work almost every weekend; and so in a few minutes I will get out of bed, hobble into the kitchen for some coffee, and begin packing to go home.
So it’s thanks and goodbye Puerto Vallarta. I hope to see you again soon.
icaw 