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Cancun. Just a few miles south, Puerto Morelos. It’s become a second home. For the first time in my life – I bought a one way ticket that took me to Mexico. It felt like freedom. In the heat, I am waiting on a friend. He said he’d be here and he will.
Let it never be said that being a grown up is all fun and games. With the responsibilities we take on there come times when we must make very uncomfortable choices. We know they are the ‘right’ choices... but there lingers for a time a deep sadness and doubt before moving on to acceptance.
In the kitchen there is laughter, the smell of coffee and fresh baked bread. Guests enjoy a quiet relaxed atmosphere in the dining room; the Hillsdale House is everything a country inn should be. Elegant. Stately. Polished. A place to forget about traffic and deadlines, after all it is... Nova Scotia.
It smells good. No, strike that, it does not smell good, it smells fantastic. With a kitchen this creative and ingredients this pure, the Wooden Monkey thrills the senses from the moment you walk through the door.
A little sign next to the menu under the glass top table reads: Soup is Love. It's safe to say that love is a key ingredient in everything that comes from the kitchen at Leo’s Café.
The cafe bustles, three tables seem to overwhelm the staff and proprietor. Content, I wait and ponder the couple across the aisle. She smiles at him like a lover. He looks at her like a meal ticket.
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.