IXTAPA — Yeah, I worked on my latest Nora Roberts book on our private beach at the hotel, in the rain. It reminded me of the Philippines. Simply refreshing. Then I watched the sunset on the balcony.
Mark´s pretty sick right now. We think he ate something bad at Il Ferno, on Wed. So, he´s taking it easy in the room. I got a bit stirred crazy and wandered into downtown Ixtapa, on my own. It´s a beautiful hotel…but there´s only so much I can explore before I need to spread my wings and stuff like that.
Both our Frommer´s Guide and Lonely Planet guide advise women against going out without a male escort. How 1950´s! I was a bit nervous getting into the cab on my own. I have a pre-schoool level of Spanish under my belt. But folks are sweet down here….and I feel relatively safe. Besides, Mark pointed out that if I ever want to cover news in a war region like Baghdad – then I have to get used to traveling on my own in a non-English speaking place like Ixtapa.
So far, so good. I made my way to an internet cafe next to Il Ferno – they have live music going on. I´m sipping a Corona and looking at the pix Uncle Truck took of the wedding. He got some great shots of the bridal party before the processional.
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Boy do I look nervous! I was worried about slipping on my dress and falling on my face before they played Wagner´s Bridal March. It didn´t happen.
We had everyone march into Debussy´s Clair de Lune. Love that piece of music.
Damn, I hope Mark gets better. It´s his honeymoon as well.