As Friday morning bashfully peeks through the yellow cotton curtains, the remains of a poorly remembered nightmare, invade my vulnerable mind.
What's the point of shooing away unwanted thoughts from my conscious, if they can get back into my head via the unconscious? My thoughts are like clouds, utterly out of my control! They come and go as they please, but I'm learning to ignore them, without insulting them. Otherwise, they will linger, out of spite!
Between the dripping water masquerading as 'shower' and the rough towels smelling of bleach, I have no choice but to concentrate on the positive; sun, water, disco, daily massage (at $20 an hour it's a sin not to have one a day), and time - unhurried time. Not having to chase breakfast down my throat with the taste of toothpaste is a much appreciated luxury. Long safe walks at night, and lack of involvement in food preparation and housekeeping, add yet another delightful dimension to my stay.
Thanks to underlit surroundings, my tan and Joan Rivers' corrective cover-up, The Right to Bare Legs, I'm able to roll up my skirt, put on the crochet top I've purchased from a pedlar on the beach and feel eighteen again! Although, at eighteen I wasn't allowed to dress like this.
When the sun goes down, and the sound of salsa music gives way to the sound of diners' loud voices, I leave the pool area to visit my hammock! I must admit, getting in and out of the hammock is not pretty, but once in it, I feel incredibly at peace with myself and with the world. Even Bill 115 turns a few shades lighter.
I rock myself softly, side to side, staring at the stars. For the first time I realize stargazing reminds me of faraway summer nights in Iran, when my brother and I slept on the porch, dozing off counting stars. I'm slowly beginning to understand certain things. Fifteen years ago, the first time I came to Cuba, I came to Cuba. Since then, I've been coming back to a distant past that I didn't know was still simmering in me. My Cuban resort offers me the best of both worlds.
Accepted and filed! What have you accepted and filed today?
I rock myself softly, side to side, staring at the stars. For the first time I realize stargazing reminds me of faraway summer nights in Iran, when my brother and I slept on the porch, dozing off counting stars. I'm slowly beginning to understand certain things. Fifteen years ago, the first time I came to Cuba, I came to Cuba. Since then, I've been coming back to a distant past that I didn't know was still simmering in me. My Cuban resort offers me the best of both worlds.
Accepted and filed! What have you accepted and filed today?
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