TRAVEL THERE: SAND, WATER AND A BRIGHT BLUE SKY
So, pretty much anytime Bill and I head to a destination with a beach, I say, “Bill, don’t forget to pack your kite.” His kite is a Windsurf Trainer he picked up when we lived in Pismo Beach, CA. Flying kites was a popular pastime in Pismo and after destroying a more conventional kite, Bill graduated to the large training kite. On some trips the wind is too strong or not strong enough or there’s really not enough room to fly the kite, but in Cancun, we flew our kite.
A Two Person Job
If the wind is forceful enough to fly the huge kite, then the flier is going to need someone to help them get it into the air. When we flew the kite almost weekly in Pismo, we had the logistics down pat and could get the kite up in a very short period of time.
In Cancun, we were rusty, so it took a little longer than usual for us to get the kite into the air. We had one false start and then fumbled around so much, a hotel employee pitched in to help. Bill was very frustrated with our efforts until he realized while we’d been fumbling around, the wind had changed direction. We hadn’t been helping him wrong, we were just in the wrong place once the wind changed.
Bill was almost too frustrated to continue, but as we folded up our gear, a breath of wind teased the kite. Bill speculated that just a little further down the beach might provide a better wind, because instead of tall hotels, the beach was lined with two-story condos.
Up in the Air
We trudged further down the beach and fairly soon the kite was in the air. I’m so glad we gave it one more try. Bill loves flying the kite, but not as much as I enjoy him doing one of the few truly carefree things he likes to do. Bill has many things he enjoys. Golf, for instance, but he’s serious about his game, so he’s not carefree. When his kite goes up, Bill is transformed into this joyful boy I especially adore. Oh how I wish he enjoyed more things with such gusto and abandon.
We kept the kite in the air for quite a long time. We didn’t get the kind of audiences we usually end up with in American venues, but the hotel employee assigned to beach duty enjoyed our antics, as did a lady who stopped to video us. She gave me the idea to get a video of Bill as he handled the kite. I hope you like it!
Coming Back Down
Flying the kite is the fun part. Getting it in the air and packing it up to go represent the price you pay for fun. While the kite was in the air, Bill tried, as he has before, to get me to pilot the kite. Just as in previous attempts, all I did was down the kite. The fun was over. It was Margarita time. We packed up and headed back to the Seadust.
As we climbed the stairs to the resort’s main pool, I stopped by the bar for a Margarita, while Bill found a pair of chaise lounges. The water was great and we had fun. Once out, I sipped on my Margarita and Bill opted for a tequila shot with a beer.
We had one more area we wanted to enjoy before the sun was down. so we headed off to adult pool we’d found earlier in the day. Come back next week and take a dip with us.
jane sadek 