January 14, 2012. Playa Royale, Mexico. Suzanne.

It is the same Suzanne who accompanied us to Mexico after Ken's heart surgery, although a four years older edition, according to Ken.  Suzanne was a nurse and as Ken had the  the operation two weeks prior and needed stitches removed, Suzanne offered to play nurse.  I especially appreciated her presence with me on the trip.  Between the two of us, we pushed Ken through all the lines, in fact we went to the head of the line most times.    Disability has rewards, as we discovered on that trip.  She was a good sport back then and she is a good sport now, at the moment cleaning up the kitchen after dinner.

This afternoon Suzanne went for a walk on the beach.  She left at 2:00.  I ambled down to the pool at 3:00 expecting Suzanne to appear at any time, thinking that an hour walk is sufficient.  Ken came down at 4:00 bringing three cans of beer but Suzanne still did not appear.  By then I had been swimming and had graduated to the hot tub when finally she appeared at 5:00.  She walked almost to Bucerias, looking at everything on the way and back.   I was not looking forward to that phone call to Bethesda saying that Suzanne had not returned.  But I had forgotten that once Suzanne heads north along the beach she stays away a long time,  but she always returns!!