I do apologize for the radio silence, my friends. I was in Mexico for the past week, and the WiFi didn't allow me to write a post. However, I just might have gotten enough inspiration to write some more poetry on Mondays, so keep an eye out for that!
My parents, like plenty of other people, adore the beach. They also have the funds to go to the beach every once in a while. And I've been lucky enough to go with them on most of their adventures. By the time I was eight, I'd been to Cancun, Cozumel, and Jamaica--not to mention Florida, where my aunt owns a lovely vacation property.
Beaches have their downsides. Things like sunburns, strong winds, and sand that gets absolutely everywhere. My younger self got hung up on those downsides, and I decided that I didn't exactly like the beach.
I'm so glad I gave it a second chance. This trip was amazing.
A very large part of what made this trip was wonderful was the addition of my sister's friend. My sister and I tend to fight, and since my sister's attention was drawn away from me, I was free to enjoy the trip without being pestered by a sixteen-year-old perpetually-sunburned blonde who enjoys insulting me.
Since my sister left me alone, I was free to enjoy myself. Relax by the pool with a book in hand. Gaze at the water--it was such a lovely blue color! Sit on the balcony and knit. Watch the birds. There are a lot of pelicans in Mexico, along with crows and finches and gulls and sandpipers other large seabirds that I couldn't identify. We also got to see dolphins, flying fish, and a couple of crabs.
And the sunsets were amazing.
Something happened to me while I was there. I don't think it's permanent, but it was beautiful while it lasted. I devoured a novel in two days--something I haven't done in years. I laughed and smiled and felt a level of relaxation that I don't think I've ever felt before. I felt like a little kid, like my younger self, and it was beautiful.
Spending thirteen hours getting home yesterday didn't exactly help that feeling. I think I'm still trying to wake up after going to bed at 1:30 and waking up at 6:30, then going back to sleep after a half hour or so and waking up at nine. I'm mad at myself for agreeing to play on worship team when I don't know the set list and only have three days to practice. But at least I get to remember that feeling--I get to remember bounding barefoot down the beach, collecting shells and climbing rocks and letting the waves wash over my feet. And that means something.
Speaking of worship team, I'd better go practice now. Dear readers, when's the last time you went on vacation? What was your favorite part? Let me know in the comments below! God bless, and don't forget to review us on Amazon!
M. J. Piazza is a Jesus-loving, dog-walking country girl who just so happens to write books.