"Life" in Cayman

In Cayman I wake up when the dim light that manages to pass through the tiny space left between the curtain and the wall allows it to.  I never hear an alarm clock, I never have to hit the snooze button, I want to wake up when the ray of light says it's time to.

I can wear whatever I want to wear, any colors, any lengths... I can take my time and make my hair look pretty.  I can sing while I shower, and I spend many many minutes there without even counting them.  I use all the imaginable body and hair products.  I smell awesome.

I have feasts for breakfast, not the same boring cheerio's bowl and the same boring diluted coffee.  I read the paper and all the news are good.  In Cayman I never hear about how many people died in Mexico because of the drug wars, or about the world's poor economy.  All the news are about fashion, and parties, and jewelery, and shoes.  I laugh all the time, there is always something fun to talk about.  I can share my opinion, and you would listen, and you share yours and I listen and most of the time we agree. 

Nobody calls me on the phone with the words: "We have a problem."  I never have a problem.  We have breakfast and then we walk to the beach.  They give us a free towel and we pick our spot next to the ocean.  We are still laughing and we are watching the immensity of the big blue, the occasional cruise ship, and the pirate boat (a tourist attraction).  We read from our books and not from our emails, we share what we are reading, and then we walk on the beach.

We stroll slowly, while we talk and make plans, and sometimes we put our feet in the warm water.  I write our initials on the sand and then the tide takes them away.  We see crabs and fish, and we run after them and then we laugh again.  The sun is good and warm and keeps us tanned and gorgeous.

In Cayman I don't have to connect to meetings, and listen for hours with nothing to say.  I ride on a huge van with the steering wheel on the "wrong side" to Georgetown, and I stare at jewels that I could never afford.  I ask for the prices of watches that cost more than my car, and I smile as the lady explains to me all the good characteristics of the time pieces, as if trying to explain why all the zeros in the price.  

My projects go perfectly.  My main initiative is being happy and telling everybody that it is my birthday.  I achieve it with no effort.  People give me free dessert and wish me a happy birthday, and they kinda mean it, and they always smile.  I never see a frown, I never feel unwelcome.  I don’t mind staying here for the weekend, who would?

In Cayman we share a bottle of pink champagne listening to the waves at night, watching the sky and looking for shooting stars.  I’m happy you were there to see me see a shooting star for the first time.  Then we see another one and we laugh a little more.  We hold hands.  The air is warm and sweet, the sand is soft and cozy.  Our main concern is that mosquitoes might get to us... that is the extent of our worries.