Going Home Day, It’s Always Sad

I sleep late and am up at 8. It is cloudy again. It always makes me feel better to leave when it is cloudy.

Off to breakfast. I have my favorite, chillaquilles.

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I have some fruit.

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I have some oranges and grapes. They were crushed. A Mimosa, I had a Mimosa, which are crushed grapes and oranges.

I’m not feeling it this morning so I don’t drink much.

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Then it’s back to my room.

I have a little visitor.

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This guy is tiny.

I am mostly packed so I get ready for beach. I call the front desk to ask for a 12:30 check out. He tells me there is a $10 charge for a late check out.  Uhhh, I tell him that they don’t usually charge me. He checks and comes back and says, Oh, you’re right, there won’t be any charge. Don’t you know who I am?! That was tongue in cheek, in case you thought I was serious.

I go out to the beach.

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I think this bikini is really cute, but that thing around the neck is not comfortable at all, which is why I brought it to wear today. I will only have it on for a short period of time.

It had been so quiet on the beach. Order a mimosa and mineral water.

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Try to go into water. There is a lot of seaweed to negotiate and the water is really too cool. I just enjoy the beach, listening, staring. Just feeding my soul.

I go up at 11:45. I am fighting back tears. It really is hard for me when I leave. I know I will be back, but this place and these people are my home and family.

Back at my room I drink more of the good wine. Damn, it is good.

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I shower and am ready at 12:30.

The flowers that Angel gave me still look great and I ask the concierge to make sure that they go to Mayvany.

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I am fighting tears again.

I go to lunch. It is only 12:45 but Azael is ready. He usually doesn’t start until 1.

I have grilled fish and very hot fries. Very hot. He always asks me to check them as soon as he gives them to me. Both are very nicely presented.

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He brings coconut ice cream. I asked for just a little and he brings 4 scoops. Of one three managers actually brings it. I say it’s a lot and he offers to help me. I tell him to sit down. He comes back with a spoon. Everyone’s a comedian.

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I have a gass of white wine that I don’t even finish.

Then there is nothing left to do but leave.

I give Cathy a hug. I tell her to take care of Daniel.

There is the sad walk. I check out. My ride is waiting. Jorge is my driver. He is very chatty and plays nice music.

The airport is a madhouse. I am not sue why.

I am still too full to eat more. I find a place to sit. It turns out to be right next to crying kids. Are you kidding me?

We board. I am in A49 position which seems way back, but I luck out and sit next to a couple in Row,3 who are in the middle and window seats. The flight is full. Aren’t all of them anymore?

I fall asleep soon after take off but not for long because a baby starts crying. I want to cry too.

I know a lot of people are sad on their last full day, but I have figured or how to just enjoy that final full day,, but this leaving day is still so sad. 

Just writing about it makes me want to cry again.

But I know I’ll be back so…

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2 Responses to Going Home Day, It’s Always Sad

  1. Robin says:

    Thanks for sharing a little slice of your trip with us!!!

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