#429 come Monday

This is a vacation story from 2007, the year we went to the Riviera Maya on the Caribbean side of Mexico. MT's parents, our nephew Garrett and T came with us to a great resort called the Grand Bahia Principe down near Tulum.

One day we all went on an excursion on a sailboat for a snorkeling adventure. The boat was full of people. There were several older couples hanging out together, a few younger couples from Canada that were hanging out together and other assorted people that I don't remember as much as I remember these two groups.

We were anchored at the snorkeling spot. MT and Garrett went out. I remember this snorkeling excursion fondly because the crew had everyone wear the life vests around the waist, tutu-style.

Of course T and I stayed on the boat. The crew played music and I remember that T was really hungry and even though lunch was going to be served when everyone came back on board, the crew gave T a sandwich because he was cute and little and hungry. I also remember that he gobbled the sandwich!

The older couples came back from snorkeling and they were drying off and talking amongst themselves. Then the song "Come Monday" by Jimmy Buffett came on and one of the couples began to dance. Their friends all stopped talking and watched. The couple only had eyes for each other as they twirled around the small deck. When the song was over they gave each other a hug and the lady wiped her eyes. "It's our anniversary," the man told us. "Early in our marriage we had to be apart for awhile, and that was our song." I get teary just thinking about it now.

The reason I thought of it at all was because today "Come Monday" played on my iPod. I had it on shuffle and when that song came on, I was right back on that catamaran, off the coast of Playa del Carmen, watching MT and Garrett snorkel out to the reef and watching this couple hold each other and dance around the deck. It's a pretty great memory of a really nice trip.