A WET SITUATION

Ya know what I love about humidity?

There are no expectations.

Down here in the tropics…

Humidity is a constant…

And no one here expects you to look perfect.
Like hair.
As any woman knows…

Humidity is not a woman's best friend.

So now I just let humidity arrange my do...

Or just pony tail it up.

And make up? What make-up?

Humidity = sweating = every trace of make-up...
Slides off a face...

So I've since let my face go au naturale.

And speaking of au naturale…

It’s my preferred sleeping mode now…

Who needs sweat-causing fabric...
In the middle of the night?
In the daytime...
I’ve also learned to be as undressed as possible…

While still being fully clothed.

I used the think the chicas down here…

Were being provocative in how they dressed…

Now I know better...
It's called survival…

Wear as little fabric as possible…

To expose as much skin to the air as you can.

It’s all good though…

Today…

When I opened up the sliders…

The early morning air was cool and fresh…

The palm trees were bowing heavy...
From the evening’s tropical downpour...

And that's when I heard...
The call of the motmot…

That elusive exotic bird that makes it’s nest in cenotes…

And cenotes if you don't know...

Are deep natural aquafers...

Caused by limestone erosion...

Which in turn cause freshwater cave systems...
With most of them vast enough...
To swim or dive in.

So while the cenotes on my property...

Are not yet open, there are caves...

And deep down...

There is a vast water system that goes on for miles.

And here where I live in the Mexican Caribbean... 

Is one the only places on earth where there are cenotes.

So?

Have you ever been to a cenote?
Or would you like to swim in one?

Always, Em-Musing