Why Wait You So Long
It’s hammock time. Swinging in the breeze, on the atolls off Belize in the heat of midday, a rhythm finds me.
It’s hammock time. Swinging in the breeze, on the atolls off Belize in the heat of midday, a rhythm finds me.
Living on Mexico time. To be honest, I’m more than comfortable with 'relaxed'. The heat and humidity fill me, wandering, completely without purpose, soaking in small town Mexico on the Mayan Riviera. It’s easy to be enchanted by Puerto Morelos.
I once had a house… a big red house. Something simple… ten bedrooms… twelve bathrooms. Perfect… for well, just little ol’ me.