Saturday, March 20, 2010


Leaving my room at Barceló has been just that—no cash, no ID, car keys, no cell phone. Well, I frequently leave my phone in my room back home, too, but here nobody complains about it.

No wristwatch, either. It's incredibly liberating to not care about the time, to not worry about being tardy, to not even know the day of the week. Apart from a few glances at the clock in the lobby—the clock in the room has been unplugged—during my entire stay here, I asked fellow beachgoers for the time only twice. (The second instance resulted in a mildly interesting conversation about palm tree varieties.)

Anyway, I'll certainly miss the Caribbean, the food, the landscaping, the Spanish, the free-flowing libations, the water sports, and the company.

That said, I can't wait to get to the Houston airport and greet my grandmother, who will be arriving at around the same time on a flight from Brazil. Ótimo!

"An artist's only concern is to shoot for some kind of perfection, and on his own terms, not anyone else's."

- J. D. Salinger, Franny and Zooey