January 27, 2010. Mexico. Magic.

Sometimes, you have to prick yourself with a pin to remember that it is really happening to us. Tonight we went for a walk on the beach, leaving our apartment at five-thirty and ending up at the hotel bar. I am not in love with walking on the beach because of the slope of the land. If you walk a long distance on the beach, eventually your hip gives trouble because your feet are not level, so most of the time I refuse. But tonight, I was agreeable. It was beautiful, with the air warm and the sky clear and the sun setting. It was definitely worth the walk on the beach.

At the hotel we stopped for a drink at the "two for one drink time" so we drank two glasses of wine each. I asked Ken if he ever dreamt when he was fifteen that he would ever be living in such a beautiful place? He laughed and said that when he was eighteen he had no idea that he would ever get out of Parry Sound, let alone end up in this wonderful spot. We both laughed at our good fortune and are grateful for our hard work. Now we enjoy this bit of heaven but every so often we think it must have been magic!!.