Spring Break

Jason and I decided to go to Mexico for Spring Break-- just the two of us. We had planned to spend the week in a romantic escape kind of mood, and made few tangible plans. Whatever happened, happened.

We flew from school to Mexico City and spent the night in a quaint little hotel right across the street from the park. After a wonderful dinner in the courtyard of the hotel during which we were entertained by colorful and very talented musicians and dancers, we strolled hand in hand through the park, marveling at the ancientness of everything and discussing our lives. It was one of the most intense evenings of my life. Upon returning from the park, we climbed in bed and curled up around one another, naked in the warm moonlit night. We slept peacefully and woke the next morning to make love slowly, effortlessly, and peacefully.

After a splendid breakfast, we rented a car and drove to my favorite place in the world, Cuernavaca. In this dirty little hidden town, my father owns a hotel/resort kind of place that literally takes my breath away every time I go there. It is called Las Mananitas (The Little Mornings) and is nothing short of Paradise.

Imagine parking your car on the dirtiest most narrow street in the world and walking a block or so. Imagine finding yourself standing in front of the largest, oldest pair of wooden doors you've ever seen. Cut inside the big doors is a small door with a large iron ring. You pull the ring, the small door swings open, and suddenly you have stepped into another world. Whereas the street was gray, brown, dingy, dirty, etc., the inside of this place was teeming with smiling people, absolutely resplendent in green, pink, blue, every color under the sun. For as far as you can see there is green grass, beautiful fountains, peacocks running all over the place, and tables with cheerful rich people sitting all over the place. This is heaven to me. No other place in the world cheers me up so fast.

We spoke with the Manager who knows me well (my parents came here 30 years ago, fell in love with it and bought it, to return twice yearly), and got our room, the best in the house.

I have to describe our room, too. Back in the back of the courtyard are several small buildings. Each is a "special" room, reserved for those with connections or a lot of money. You walk through a gate into your own private courtyard with its own private pool (quite small-- about twelve by twelve, I think) and then across your own little courtyard and through double doors into a beautiful sunlit room. There is a sitting room with elegant leather furniture, a bedroom with a massive king-sized bed, a small kitchenette stocked with most of the necessaries, and an enormous bathroom with sauna and whirlpool. Best of all, it's totally private. No one can see it. No one.