driving through the gate where they would occasionally stop us and ask where we were going, as though they actually gave a fuck about our security. past the tree with the ginormous nest in the branches, housing god only know's what.
down the long strip of palm trees and golf course, past the toughest, meanest-looking ducks i have ever seen
(at least i think that's a duck)to our perpetually full parking lot, where we would park in the corner and hop over the fence and onto the walkway that led to our suite (2192-2194).
i remember how unbearably cold it always was in our room and how we would rush to get back outside, because who the fuck wants to spend their tropical vacation shivering in a hotel room?
i remember waking up early and drinking coffee on our patio, thinking to myself how much i'd like to go swimming and then realizing that not only was this a completely viable option, but i had a choice between a pool or the ocean! (i ended up choosing both- first the ocean, then the pool)
one day we decided to explore our beach, walking to the edge where all the rocks were.
what we found was like another world. all these tiny creatures i'd never seen before
hermit crabs that were much, much bigger than any i've found in the northeast.
baby snails in brighter colors than i even knew existed in nature
flower-like creatures that opened and closed of their own accord.we even found a plant that looked like nothing but a pile of curly grass, but when you touched it, would curl in on itself and almost dissapear.
and of course the flowers
and the palm trees
and the cocconuts
(and the silly boys i was staying with)i've never traveled so far in my life, but somehow, at the end of the day, this always felt like home.
love always
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