Cancun Journal: October 19
A final, beautiful day, keeping our streak alive this year of perfect vacation weather. Saying goodbye to Eduardo, one of the excellent beach waiters, he tells me that there were two topless women on the beach very early this morning. “Is
Cancun Journal: October 18
October 18 Vegged on the beach today, great water, perhaps 80°, with wonderful breakers. I find I’m addicted to these hot dogs, but life is short! I didn’t mention that yesterday Guillermo found a spider starfish on the bottom, which looks
Cancun Journal: October 17
Sometimes small miracles happen. Today, I drove ten minutes down the coast to go snorkeling. Ten of us headed out with Guillermo and Ricardo. To get to the reef, we pass through two “jungles”—islands of crooked trees rife with exotic birds,
Cancun Journal: October 16
This morning I went scuba diving with Martin. Being a professional introvert, I don’t even like to dive with a group, so I hired the dive master (Martin), a boat, and captain. I presented my PADI certified diver card and
Cancun Journal: October 15
Cerulean sky meets azure sea. Platitudinous, but true. It’s amazing how a happy hour or free cocktail party draws people like bankers to boring suits, but they do flock, no matter how inferior and potentially toxic the liquor. (It’s droll how
Cancun Journal: October 14
I’ve been getting my reptilian education. It seems those aren’t gators, but crocodiles, and they estimate that 2,000 of them lurk in the lagoon. Also, the restaurant captains throw chicken parts into the water at a certain time, ensuring that
Cancun Journal: October 13
At five this morning we walked out our door under a moonless sky perforated by a million stars. The dogs, dolefully viewing the luggage, knew they weren’t coming. Our driver had us at the airport 15 minutes later. The lines were
Cape Cod Journal: September 25
Just twelve of us at the spectacular pool here, too windy for the beach, but high 70s in the air and low 80s in the pool. The pool has underwater speakers so you hear music whenever your ears are below
Cape Cod Journal: September 24
Cape Cod Redux We began the season on the Cape and are ending it here again, in Chatham, but this time at the Chatham Bar Inn. We found things a tad frosty here when we stopped in for dinner in June,
Mentor Member and Per Se
A Mentor Member cajoled me into visiting him in New York by offering a lunch at the Grand Havana room, with our work over Davidorf and Macallan, after grilled octopus and squid. For dinner, he and his wife, Leslie, took