Riu Mambo Happiness

So. My honeymoon. How to sum it up? Bliss Bookended By Boo. Let me explain.

The flights there and back were both long and cramped and the food was awful. Although, on the way down we were bumped up to first class due to us being honeymooners! That was a lovely surprise. Still, by the time we got to the resort, the whole plane full of tourists were cranky and tired and thinking 'this had better be worth it!'

It was worth it. Our resort was a stunning, top quality place. It was picturesque and the staff was so friendly and our room was one of the best at the resort. We were stunned a little by the quality of the resort and realized that, once again, we had manifested something superb. The two weeks began and day by day we just got happier and happier and more relaxed and happier. There isn't much to type, not really. Our days were filled with sleeping in, eating at buffets that were opulent, choosing beach or pool, swimming, tanning (oh, our tans are sooooo dark!!), napping, making love, talking walks, snorkeling, reading books, talking until the wee hours about Life and Love. We did a couple of excursions - one was to an isolated sand bar in the middle of the ocean where we snorkeled at a coral reef and one was into Puerto Plata itself. We had profound moments of discussing the economy, the government, etc. etc. when we were exposed to the way the locals lived. But instead of making this about pity, I will tell you the one thing I took away...the people we saw who were so much poorer than us by way of material things were leaps and bounds happier with Life. THAT was worth a whole lotta pondering, let me tell you...

On the day we came home, we were ready. Our needs for total relaxation and wicked heat and removal from our Moose Jaw reality was filled to the brim. The flight home was silly bad. But getting home was a rediscovery of how happy I am to be smack dab in the middle of my own Life.

I did have a surprise waiting for me that shook me. It seemed that I was not supposed to go on the honeymoon according to the head honchos of my SEP program. I hadn't looked into it much, just assuming that there wouldn't be a problem with someone going on a honeymoon. Obviously, I was mistaken and waiting for me in my mailbox was a letter of termination. Shocking and strange but it was what it was. Part of me ( I assume my Ego) thought 'That isn't fair! I can't get fired from this program! I didn't know! I've worked so hard! I need the money!' and ordered me to start panicking and fighting the decison. The other part of me just knew that it would cause me more stress to fight it than to accept it and suggested I see it as a gift. Subsequently, more work offers have flooded in and time has opened up. It is for the best.

Last night I taught a very successful Improv Workshop with Leon. Mortlach has embraced us with open arms and now other small towns are catching on. Today I am busy running about 387 errands which, in Moose Jaw, should take me about an hour and a half. I am glad to be home. The real estate market here booms, our equity grows, work keeps rolling in and there about one hundred ideas of things I want to create. Oh, and the snow has melted.

Married life is so much better than I ever thought it might be...