In keeping with my goal of a “no gifts, just experiences” Christmas …a surprise slipped into my life at the last minute. Effortlessly. Just how I like it.
Extemporaneous. Glamorous. Inexpensive. Yes please!
Whilst you read this, my daughter and I are in Tulum for a few days. We hopped on a bus across the peninsula to step away from the red and green scene which is so cloying in Tropica. You all know that living in Tropica has dulled my lifetime pleasure in Christmas. Santa next to a palm tree? Wreaths and frost, mulled wine and carol singing don’t sync in 90 degree Latinoland. So the beach is a perfect place to leave the anachronisms behind — for a few days anyway.
Apparently, no one goes to Tulum in these dead days before the start of the winter high season and severely low pricing is in effect to fill rooms and keep staff employed. When I say severely low pricing, I mean severe enough for me, with hand trembling, to get on the phone immediately and book the hotel.
And I’m not particularly a beach person. It’s not something I crave because I have sun and warmth 24/7. Here’s the story. My daughter will move to another continent in the new year, so this is a farewell, mother-daughter experience. Sunrise and sunset on the beach. Meditation. Cycling. Reading. Writing. Yoga. Massages. And of course, margaritas.
We’ll arrive back in Tropica in time for the festive fervor of Christmas week. This retreat will help me keep my center and not melt into a puddle of longing. Then I’ll set out with my customary zest for the supermarket to see what I’ll cook for The Big Day.
Now, about the margarita. I asked my friend Sally, who lives in England and France, what her winter cocktail is, thinking she’d answer something dark and warming, like a smoky old scotch, neat, or a Manhattan.
“I drink margaritas.”
That caught me by surprise.
“I need a blast of sun and citrus in the dark winter, as if I’m combatting scurvy,” she said. “A marg makes me forget the cold.”
Now there’s a vacation in a glass if I ever.
So dear reader, I tell you my beach story not to make you envious about a Caribbean holiday. We all have to live the lives we’re in. And this is mine. I’d like nothing more than to be in a cold and frosty land sipping hot cocoa and thrilling to the sound of sleigh bells. So, you can join me here by raising your sunshine in a glass. Cheers!
P.S. Tropical Gal’s Margarita recipe Equal parts: tequila, fresh lime juice, Cointreau. Lots of ice. Salt on the rim. Breezy and strong, so take it easy.
P.P.S. Please tell us stories below of what you’re doing this Christmas! We love to live your lifestyle vicariously.