We arrived in Tulum on Saturday night. We were in a shit sandwich on the plane. The middle-aged guy in front of us had a 16 year-old girlfriend, and kept looking back angrily when Holden would make the smallest sound. He dates babies – he should be used to it. The mother behind us offered us a book when Holden was fussy. I told her he was a bit young – meaning 5 months is a bit young to settle with a book. She said, “Oh, well I always read to my boys when they were that age.” I felt such a surge of indignant rage – “I do read to him!” Then I realized how uptight I was and have been for the past month. Honestly, getting snippy and self-righteous about reading books to your infant is something only a white person would do. Although, I did feel like a better person when she later yelled at her kids and told her husband to shut up.
God, I really need this vacation.
And it is unbelievably beautiful here. Our little hut looks out on the ocean. We fall asleep listening to the waves crashing. Last night, David and I put Holden to bed and then lay down on a beach chair and looked at the stars, like millions of bright freckles in the sky. I only wore my shoes once yesterday. Everyone on the retreat is so lovely. We are having the best time.
They eat late here. Actually, that is a lie. They eat at a normal hour, and I am used to eating at seniors’s hour, so by the time 7p rolls around David and I are like a pair of hungry ghosts waiting anxiously by the buffet table. “Can we just start?”
We haven’t managed to convince the staff to make dinner at 4, but we did cajole them into coffee at 6am. Coffee after practice on while you are on vacation is just rude.
David took this shot of Holden Owl, baby model. Mosquito nets are very good for photography.
And then I took this picture of David and Holden.
Doesn’t this look like a soap commercial or something? My family is beautiful.
Next update: Tulum and fat baby on the beach.