A Chiquita Banana

I am back darling!
Back from the wilds of the Mayan Riviera. What a trip we had. My word. Those mexican lads are so wonderful, I wanted to squish them all into my Louis V's. The sun was glorious! With a healthy dose of SPF30 my shade loving complexion managed to survive the trip unscathed;moreover, I left with what one might even call an amber hue! For the first time in my life I felt like a proverbial SUN GODDESS!! And, no my perspective was not skewed by the unlimited Tequila in the hotel room.
Rosamond is non the worse for wear either. It took the old girl a day to wrap her head around all the Espanol, but I bought her a lime-green air-mattress and she spent the rest of the trip floating around to the 3 swim up bars. Pina Colada, I have been told, is a loose translation for "Holy Nectar of the Sun Gods". Oh, those crazy Mexicans.
I will post a pic or two when I figure out this damnable scanner Rosamond brought home. I have tried to tell her that Chevy flatbeds are not the same as retail, but will she listen?
I even managed to coerce Rosamond into an afternoon of snorkling if you can believe it?! What a riot! And those those tube thingies are SO handy, like a really big straw attached to your head. Only in the tropics.
Needless to say, we had an excellent time. In fact it was all I could do to get Rosamond on the plane home. There were tears, there was a lot of denial, and then there was this small tube of something the bell boy called "Mexican Sugar". It certainly must be a concentrate of sugar because Rosamond was very happy and a little sweaty on the flight home. So I mixed her an in flight cocktail of Zanex and Stoli and she slept all the way home.
Sorry I didn't bring you any souvenirs. We were 30kgs over with the rum already, so I had to ditch the vanilla in Cancun. Hope your not too miffed.
Hasta Luego,
Miss.Creant