Mexico with boy side was nothing short of amazing. Next to my birthday trip to Vegas, it has been my favourite one so far. 

We had 7 glorious days away, my Mum is here and watched my people for our trip. It was a vacation but also a property searching adventure. We traveled with boy side’s good friend (one who knows about his Misty side) that he has known for many, many years. He is also looking to invest in property there,  and there has been talk of going in on the same land, if it works. 

Really, I am along for the ride, though boy-side really insists I am a big part of things. That makes me feel lovely, and I bask in his words about that. 

We rented a car after we landed – the plan being to travel all over the Yucatan Peninsula. We arrived at our all inclusive in the wee hours of the morning, after stopping at road side taco place called “Taco Stop” for some Arabian style tacos (amazing!) and then dropping off Rob at his hostel in Tulum. He’s a hipster, world traveler, our age, who is a hit with the 20-somethings. He may have a little grey at the temples, but he certainly doesn’t look or act like it. Much like boy-side (who only  has the odd grey hair). Not for the first time I wonder why boy-side chooses me, when he could have the sexy 28 year old. Anyway!

We spend a lazy next morning enjoying each other in bed. We didn’t get out of out room until 2:30 in the afternoon, enough time to grab some lunch on the beach and then a beach bed by the water where we soaked up the last of the sun for the day. I enjoyed the sun topless. Back to the room for more sexy time, room service and sleep – the next day after a bit of time on the beach we left for our adventure. 

After picking up Rob we drove to

Valladolid and stayed at a hostile. Poor Rob was sick as a dog. The hostile was clean and we had a nice Brazilian couple sleeping next to us – they had been travelling for 9 months already. This was my first experience in a hostile. It was interesting. Nothing like our all inclusive that we left behind, but a great experience.  We spent a bit of time exploring the city before driving on to Merida where we were going to meet the realtor. 

From Merida we traveled to Campeche and Champoton  – just south of there was where I saw the most beautiful beach. If I had the funds, I would buy that today and put our beach house there.  I found a shell in the sand there, picked it up and put it in my purse. The sun was starting to set, and the water was calm and the air was warm and soft. Boy-side was animated as he spoke with Rob and the realtor – I could tell he loved it too.  I watched the sun dance in his eyes, as he put on his poker face to play down his excitement. I spent a moment just looking at him while we all stood in the sand in conversation. The orange glow of sun making his freckles look even more adorable, and me feel tingly all over. After a night of no sex at the hostile, I was ready to take his clothes off. More than ready. 

We got a hotel that night back in Merida after a long, long day of driving. Sharing with Rob it was another night of sleeping with clothes on.The next morning we met up with the realtor again for another day of looking at property – this time up near Sisal. Rob loved this property. There were flamingos flying across an incredibly blue sky – I tried to take a picture but it didn’t do the bright pink on blue any justice. 

We drove back that night, taking Rob back to his hostile – this one filled with beautiful 20 somethings. We stayed for a drink at the bar. Then we went out with him to a side street lined with bars and enjoyed the warm night, drinks, and people watching. We got back to our all inclusive in the early am. We had 2.5 delicious days of just us at the resort and it was glorious.  We ate amazing food, we fucked and made love all over our room, we role played, we cuddled and talked and just enjoyed the hell out of each other. We swam in pools, suntanned, people watched, played a giant game of chess and relaxed. I could have done a lot more of all of those things. 

Our last night there we met up with Rob and some of his fellow hostilers for a night of dancing and drinks, I laughed and danced a lot. So good for the soul. I learned that Dutch and Flemmish have some really different words, even though they share a lot in common – and if we meet one day, remind me to tell you about the “

Poepen

“ story. 

Now I’ve been back over a week and I’m still having trouble settling into life. Too many things to do has me in a state of  inertness that is total balls. 

And I still can’t get James Taylor’s, “Mexico” out of my mind.