better look, its moving fast whatever it is. Almost before my eyes can relay to my brain, the inanimate blob below the surface transforms into a thick piece of driftwood that then bursts through the surface with immense force, narrowly missing my head. “Shit, what the….” Instinctively I throw myself back away from it, inadvertently tipping the Kayak to within an inch of it’s life, “EEEK!” a girly high screech escapes my lips, I DO NOT want to capsize anywhere near that thing. Swinging back down I’m glad to see all this rocking has pushed me away from the black hole of doom, and I relax slightly, letting the rocking steady itself again. Taking a deep breath I start to paddle back towards the Kayak station, much slower on the return on account of my arms shaking and turning to the consistency of jelly. I can safely say Kayaking is not my thing, far too hazardous.
After returning my equipment and collecting my sundress and sandals, I ask the Kayak man what the thing in the water was; he explains it’s a Cenota, an underground river that comes out in the sea, depositing sticks and debris it picks up on the way. He makes it sound harmless, but I know better!
I grab a towel from the passing hotel worker handing them out, then straight to the pool bar for a drink. Ordering a gin and tonic I take a welcome glug as soon as the glass is passed to me. Surveying the pool side sun loungers I can see about five in a row left vacant on the far side, evidently as they are facing the wrong way for optimum tanning, but right now I just want to close my eyes and relax, so the middle one will do perfectly.
As I lay down, leaving my dress on, but kicking off my sandals, my stomach instantaneously starts to rumble. The four-sided clock mounted on top of the pool bar tells me is 10.40am, is that all? Apparently if having fun make’s time fly, then a near death experience stops it all together.
Well just relax here for a bit, finish your drink, then you can get something to eat, I bargain with myself. How I can be hungry again is beyond me, but a rumbling tummy does not lie, it must be the heat or something. I have had no appetite since Jake left, barely stomaching a cup of coffee a day, but one day in Mexico and I feel like I’ve eaten the whole eight weeks worth of food in one hit. Maybe I’ve got worms? Maybe I’m pregnant!? For a second I’m startled by the revelation, but on second thoughts I haven’t even seen Jake in two months, and it was many more months before then that we last had sex; I say ‘had sex’ because post-breakup bitterness prevents me from admitting to myself that we ever made love, the cheating bastard.
So anyway, definitely not pregnant, if I was I would be practically ready to drop by now and somehow I think there would be some more telling symptoms other than being super hungry for twenty four hours.
Giving myself a congratulatory swig of G&T I lay back down and day dream of days to come. After this mornings shenanigans I think I will take it easy for the rest of today and just chill by the pool. There are some classes that I am excited about getting in on a bit later in the week mind, Salsa lessons spring to mind. Fancy leaving the UK a pale, pasty, mess and returning a toned, tanned, Salsa expert; that would really rub Jake's nose in it, cheat on me will you? Well while you’re stuck with frumpy home-breaking Stacy, I’m a world famous, widely sort after, Sexy Salsa Goddess, just dating beautiful rich men and loving every second of my life without you.
If only three weeks were long enough for an entire body and mind transformation, but hey, a girl can dream…..
I wake once the sun has crept up my body and reached my eyes. Peering up at the clock its 12.30 and right on queue my stomach starts off complaining again. Reluctantly sitting up I drain what’s left of my drink, now sadly more melted ice than gin and head leisurely towards the breakfast bar, I wonder what buffet delights they have lined up for lunch?
After another humungous meal I head back to my room. I really should check my email and