Who would ever have guessed that Max and I would wind up in Mexico, expats on the lam?
Well, not really on the lam. We are cautiously optimistic but, of course, you never know. However, everything Max, Sky and Haywood did at Martini Cove was perfectly justified and the results were more rewarding than anyone had expected, however slightly illegal. But I’m getting ahead of myself.
Before retirement, Max Saltwater was an icon in his field of garnishing and catering in our company Presentation Is Everything. I was the backbone doing the grunt work. Not without rewards, though. I was proud of Max and still am and was glad to put him first and besides, there’re all those wonderful pins he designed for me crafted by excellent jewelers: the sliver mushroom, the stalk of corn, the strawberry set with red Austrian crystals.
I thought we had found the idyllic place in which to retire when I discovered Martini Cove in a real estate magazine. But our time there turned out to be more of a life lesson than a relaxing place in which to spend our golden years.
Here I am writing this on the terraza of our casa in Mexico. Fans overhead whir the humid air around, the fountain in the middle of the pool splashes, little green parrots awakened by a neighbor’s dog and squawking displeasure have just flapped over the house. Outside the casa, I hear the knife grinder playing his lilting tune on the flute, riding his rusty bike, circling the streets of the neighborhood, hoping for the next job. It’s an antique touch of times long gone that adds to the noise of air conditioners, trucks roaring by too fast and bullhorns attached to the tops of cars blaring the virtues of Coca Cola.
Creeping vines with yellow flowers grow on the pillars around the pool. Jasmine and rosemary fill the air with sweet perfumes. Oh! I have to mention the orchid. I thought it was dried up and dead until I put it out under the shade of the lime tree two years ago. Last week it surprised me by giving five green blossoms. Seems like orchids thrive on neglect, unlike so many other things.
Salsa, the Chihuahua mix puppy Max and I picked up in a park three years ago is lying under the table, her head resting on my foot. Being on our fourth strong Margaritas, we adopted her on the spot without even thinking. At home we discovered she was infested with fleas and ticks. Max took her to the vet first thing next day, hangover and all. The hangover was Max’s not Salsa’s. She’s a dear dog and we love her, but Truffle who was with us on the island and has since passed over the Rainbow Bridge, still holds a special place in our hearts. But ….. We move on.
Before wishing you warm breezes from across the gulf, I must mention my manuscript THE PINOCCHIO RING. I want to get it published and hope an agent or publisher will read this blog and will be intrigued. The next time I visit, I will present a tease of the story and hope to make you giggle. Stay tuned!