Three Scenes of Happiness, In No Particular Order

Scene 1. At the pool. 

Natalie: See you tonight at the Split Coconut!

Chelsea: What?

Linda: We're all the going to the Split Coconut for dinner!

Chelsea: Ah, not I!

Linda & Natalie: You have to come.

Chelsea: Oh...but I was going to stay home tonight.

Natalie & Linda: But you must.

Chelsea: I can't.

Natalinda: You must.

Chelsea: I will. But only if we dress up like glamour girls from the 1920s. 

(Chelsea gloats inwardly at her foolproof plan) 

Lindanat: Ok, that's fine. Be at our house at 6 pm.

Chelsea: What, really?!

Natalindalie: Bring your red lipstick.

(Time elapses. Jenny joins us and shows up looking smashing. Celebrations occur, barbecue spare ribs are eaten, sunset modelling shoots commence, several fall prey to the meat sweats.)

Scene 2. Sunday. Post District Convention. Some local brothers have rented out a mechanic shop after hours and turned it into a chaste, florescent dance floor. A most welcome treat after three days of sitting and eight months of not dancing BECAUSE WHY DON'T WE DANCE IN PUERTO ESCONDIDO?? We bounce spasmodically to "El Sondito". We line dance without synchronicity to "Cotton-Eye Joe". I scare everyone with my tribal interpretation of "Waka Waka (It's Time for Africa)". Hours later we drop Helen at her hotel; the last time we'll see her before she heads back to England. She floats off into the CityExpress in a most Helen-like fashion. The cold Queretaro air hits our unaccustomed faces.

Scene 3. My Mexico family meets my real family. Two worlds collide. I love this picture. I love Vince's crazy red eyes, I love the spicy elbow pose that both Jacinta and my dad are popping. I must just love these people.

Anyway, these pictures make me happy and I felt like posting them. There's always so much more to say, but that is for another night.