I don't know if words and pictures can due justice to the way I feel but over the next week there will be a couple of posts that will attempt to explain it.  I go home tomorrow, back to Florida and I start a new job on Monday.  I should be and happy about the new job but my heart aches.

There is something about Puerto Morelos and the people here.  Sure there is physical beauty all around with the white sand beaches, blending shades of the Caribbean sea, and tropical flora.  There is also poverty from people living in small shakes and a standard of living that is very different from that of the USA.  However, I see far more happiness than I see in the USA so the US standard of living and never ending drive to make more money and to have more things surly is lacking compared to true happiness.

So here is the thing.  I worked my ass off tonight at Gioconda. Then Florencia, Anna, and I went to a local bar Bara Bara.  When my time to go came I accept it but it is very sad.  My heart aches and I long for the next time that I get to come to Puerto Morelos and I have not even left yet.  My house can not sell soon enough, I cannot come back soon enough, I cannot see my friends here again soon enough.  No this place is not perfect and I see it for it's good and it's bad but my heart and my soul are drawn here from the very first time and I know this is where I belong.  And when I am not here a part of my very being is missing and my soul mate and I long for to be reunited.  I hope these words can at least begin to explain how I feel...