Sitting in the Spices restaurant at breakfast this morning, I sipped coffee and looked around me. The place seemed a bit noisy with so many people having breakfast. I realized that I sat among a crowd of happy people who had come to Cancun on purpose. Except for a moody adolescent, a crying child, and the vacation-weary tourists hovering over the bellhops, I was the only one here who did not want to be here.
Aerotaca has put me on their stand-by list for today's only flight. I'll sit at the gate until moments before the plane leaves for Flores. I will know then, at 2:00 pm, if I will remain here or move on to Tikal. In the meantime, I try to enjoy my time here, looking at the beautiful ocean on one side, and the beautiful golf course on the other side, and try not to become emotionally involved in whether I will board today's flight or not. If I arrive in Tikal today, I will feel thrilled; if not, I will have to make the most of it and try not to feel any more disappointment than I already do. If I have to stay here, I will think about playing a few holes of golf.
But what about the money I've paid the Orvis Expedition people? What are my rights as a customer and traveler? If I have to remain in Cancun, I'll have plenty of time to research those questions.
But not on the golf course.
I downloaded msn chatroom to my laptop last night. My nephew was there, and we chatted. That was a highlight of my stay here, in Paradise. The other highlight came in the form of emails from my hubby, my everything. I suggested he download a chatroom, too, and so we can communicate less expensively. I could kick myself for not having thought about that before I left our home.
And I capitulated with the phone prices. I paid a huge phone bill because I had to hear his voice -- worth every penny because his voice sounds so sweet. Feeling as disappointed as I do, it perked me up a lot to interact with him.
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