Akumal Ashes

Mexico wasn’t what I thought it would be. I planned a whale shark adventure, some snorkeling and a trip into the biosphere. Little did I know a storm was brewing.

It was late afternoon on day two of my trip and the thunderheads were gathering. I’d already hired a boat for my trip out to the reef and despite the threatening weather, I was reluctant to cancel. So I watched the clouds. And then the rain.

The ashes were in a beautiful wooden box in a soft purple drawstring bag in a dark green fabric shopping bag. I had not looked inside. How could I?

I figured the rain would pass. So I reverently stashed the bag between my feet in the front seat of my dear friend’s van and made the 45 minute trip to Akumal Bay.

Ah Akumal, where endangered sea turtles float in the clear Caribbean and sea fans wave in a watery wind 15 feet beneath the surface of the sea.You were good to me.

Thank you for embracing my dear one and taking him into your depths where he can rest and I can visit him again someday.

The sky was dark and

the shore was green. We motored slowly in and I splashed into the shallows and waded onto the sand.

I am so tired of waxing poetic. Life is what it is. I spent a few moments playing with my friend’s 3 year old son and then we headed to the dolphin pools and had dinner. I have no idea what I ate. I suppose if I thought long enough I could remember. But what does it matter?

The following day word came a hurricane was poised to engulf the entire east coast. I make plans to go home and beat the storm.

So long Mexico.

I am not sure if I will return.