When I was a child, somebody put a big, blue plastic camera in my grubby hands. I got older and the cameras got fancier and I “studied” photography in high school then college and I took a LOT of photos. So now I’m going to post my photos in no particular order with stories that may or may not have something to do with what’s in them – my new experiment in creative confidence.
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This past March, we took a trip for Ashley’s birthday. Her and I went down a day early and spent our first night at a Royal Caribbean resort in Cancun where the over 60 crowd was waiting out Spring Break.
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That first night, we drove up the coast and asked a mall guide for dinner recommendations. He took us to an empty restaurant on a bridge overlooking the aquarium. There was a pool of slowly circling dolphins on one side and (apparently) gator infested waters on the other.
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Our early-20-something waiter stood next to our table chatting the entire night. He had grown up in Cancun and was training to become a pilot. When he finishes, his dream is to move to Canada so that he can find a good wife. Apparently you can’t find them in Cancun – it’s too hot. In Canada, the cold encourages snuggling by a fire and that’s how you get a good wife.
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(He was very surprised that we came from a colder climate and still remained unwed and childless at the ripe old age of 27)
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At the end of the meal, we tipped him something like $15 USD. Turns out that was a good investment – he told us that if we find ourselves in Canada, he’ll fly us anywhere for free.
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📷 This photo is of the back yard at the jungle house Ashley found for us. It had a hammock and a tiny pool and was located either inside of or adjacent to a yoga retreat.