Location: A trendy local restaurant…
at a beautiful marina in Puerto
Aventuras
Action: Me showing photos on my cell phone:
“Look
at what wandered up to my front porch.”
“He’s huge. I wonder what he wanted."
"I was cooking bacon. Maybe he wanted some."
"HA!"
"HA!"
"Did you kill him?”
“No. I figure he’ll eat the scorpions.”
“And look at this guy who came up to my back patio.”
“Oh
he’s beautiful. Wonder what he wanted."
"I hear his favorite snack is tarantulas.”
"HAHA!"
"HAHA!"
"And look at this.”
Coral
or king?”
“Coral.
I hear they’re fairly timid.”
“You
know Xcaret has anti-venom.”
“Yeah.
If I get bit, I’m supposed bring the snake.”
“That’s
if you can kill it before it kills you.”
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA1”
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA1”
After our fit of hilarity...
It was obvious...
We definitely weren't in Kansas anymore.
And these guys weren't Toto.
So?
Was
there ever a time…
When
you knew you weren't in Kansas
anymore?
Always,
Em-Musing


