i certainly know how eve felt.

leaving paradise is torture. 

i had the most glorious time in mexico.
stayed in a private bungalow on a lagoon at the rosewood mayakoba in the riviera maya.
(you take a fancy jungle-cruise type boat to get to your suite)
i did nothing but relax,
read 3 books in 5 days
(loved patti lupone's memoir, jacqueline kennedy: historic conversations on life with john f. kennedy
and the girl who played with fire.)

 played rummy with rook cards,

 played lots of ping pong (i'm dreadful),

 played bananagrams (i won),

 timed the swimming champ on laps,

 ate my weight in guacamole, chips, and coco light,

 received a lovely nyc pressie,

 found loads of sense in a special tiny purse chair,

 enjoyed the fancy mannequins in playa del carmen,

 relaxed by the beach/pool while butlers cleaned my glasses and brought popsicles, treats and water,

 loved their festive tree,

 woke up to butler breakfast service (juevos & soursop juice!)-they even bring the toaster to the suite for fresh toast,

 played in the in-suite plunge pool,

enjoyed the view at the spa pool,

and watched the sunset at the lobby pool.

i'm ready to go back now!