Diet Bird Battalion

As a major reward for their team Russ and his business partner Rich are having their team meeting on the Mayan Rivera and the spouses get to come along for fun. I consider this a major reward for the spouses who endure keeping the home fires burning while the team is out on the road. I am thankful for this trip and all the trips that keep their company going and the team of people who work so hard.

In order to make sure everything here at Maroma, the resort we are taking over, is up to snuff we had to come a day early, a hardship for sure. I am doing my due diligence by writing this blog from the hammock on our porch over looking the ocean and the tops of the coconut palm trees. The wind is blowing a warm breeze and the sun is strong, but the thatched roof of my terrace keeps me cool.

Russ and I awoke to a tray of coffee and iced tea set on our terrace so we lay around on the cushioned sofa and contemplated what we should do this morning. It was so pleasant to be warm after the months of cold at home and not to have an agenda for the morning that we decided to order room service, or should I say terrace service, for breakfast and spend a little more time just lazing around.

Edwardo, arrived with a giant tray of eggs and fruit, just what we having-to-wear-bathing-suit-for-the-first-time-in-months gringos should have. Then he pulled out a basket of toast and sweet breads and he said he thought we might also like them with their homemade guava, papaya and strawberry jams. Sure we would like it, but certainly we should not have it.

As Russ and I enjoyed the guiltless part of our yummy breakfast the carb fest basket sat on the table. A number of birds came and sat on the ledge of our terrace watching us eat. One would squawk, and another would answer. “That white woman does not need that toast.” The chief of the diet bird battalion seemed to say. “Certainly not,” replied his lieutenant. “Private, retrieve the temptation.”

And with the final order one of the birds flew in and snatched the twice as big as him toast out of the basket and flew away with the whole squadron of birds following behind him. I’m hoping the diet bird battalion stays assigned to me for the whole week.