Monday, April 13, 2015

Isla's Furry Friends

Our furry friends own a piece of our hearts, and there are so many furry friends to love on Isla Mujeres.

Vivian's cat (she feeds her) at Qubano loves this particular table.  If she has to relinquish her seat for customers, she curls around the legs of the chair.  Pretty kitty!

This cat has found a sweet spot for a game of I spy.  Or maybe she's just showing off for my camera.

Come on!  Let's go for a ride!  Frenchie evidently loves wind in his ears.

Peluche loves to stick his head through the star at his home on the malecon when people pass. 

This is Cuba, Vivian's famous talking dog.  You can view Cuba's line of videos on the Qubano Facebook page. He's a sweetie!  

The cute little chihuahua resides at the book/magazine store on Juarez just south of Mogagua.

These little dogs love to hang in their courtyard out in the colonias.

January is winter on Isla Mujeres, so this fella's sporting a t-shirt on the stoop.

And then there's Toby.  A friend told me everytime he goes to the gym on Isla, he comes back and there's a dog in his cart. We were at El Varadero (next to the gym) with friends one afternoon and sure enough, we came out to a dog in the cart.  Toby's a pussycat, but he could not be persuaded to move.  Someone from the restaurant came out to assist.  She said, "That's Toby!"  Golfcart = sofa.

This is one of my favorite Isla dog photos from a few years ago.  A friend titled it Waiting for Godot. He's the strong silent type.

My favorite dog's in the sidebar of this blog.  That's Saby.  She was quite the character and it's almost two years since her death.  Not sure I'll ever get over her!

She loved to snooze behind the oleanders.

And never turned down a ride in the car and a family vacation.

She hated the pool, but loved a good photo op!  Does this suit make my back look hairy?

Saby -- in our hearts forever.

Sunday, March 29, 2015

Sunday Deep Thoughts

In all my wisdom gained from 62 years on Earth, I've finally come to the conclusion that life is all about Perspective with a capital P.

This lovely ancient Mayan goddess on the Isla Mujeres municipal building looks wonderfully proportioned from the proper angle, but when shot from a skewed angle -- rather badonkadonk-ish.

For me, travel provides a whole new perspective on life.  Maybe the proper perspective.  I realize my values get skewed at home. Badonkadonk-ish.  Out of proportion.

I get caught up in obsessing about the perfect rug to place behind the couch or not wearing black sandals with navy tees.  Material first world problems.

Then a door opens on Isla Mujeres into a corrugate casa with a dirt floor and I feel so foolish.

Then I feel grateful.  I realize how fortunate my life has been.  I grew up in a home with solid walls and a roof, adequate food, clean running potable water, medical care, a good education, and loving parents, relatives, and friends.  I didn't want for the real necessities in life.

With age comes a little wisdom.  My mother called yesterday.  She thought it was her birthday (next Saturday) and I wasn't there.  I calmly explained that she had the date wrong and we'd be there next week to celebrate her 90th birthday.

Our of the mouth of the mother came wisdom.  Getting old and confused is not fun, but I guess it beats the alternative.  You are so right mama!

Life's like a road that you travel on

When there's one day here and the next day gone

Sometimes you bend, sometimes you stand
Sometimes you turn your back to the wind

There's a world outside every darkened door

Where blues won't haunt you anymore

Where the brave are free and lovers soar
Come ride with me to the distant shore

We won't hesitate break down the garden gate

There's not much left today

Life is a highway

I want to ride it all night long

If you're going my way
I want to drive it all night long 

(Tom Cochrane)

(Hopefully, life to be continued!)