The perfect song at a much-needed time
I love few things more than when you connect a memory so significantly to a song that each time you hear it you automatically go right back to that moment. The other day, I was driving to a meeting in Downtown Scottsdale and was fishing through my CDs in my car. My car is usually a disaster created by a five year old little girl and not enough time. CDs are generally everywhere. They’re there for the time when I can’t find my iPod in my purse. Sometimes, life just gets like that.
About six years ago, I had taken a trip to Zihuatanejo, Mexico with my whole family. Mom, Dad, sister, sister’s then husband, me, my now ex-husband. It must have been about the third day we were there. My ex-husband and Dad went on a fishing excursion and the rest of us decided to go out to a more secluded beach called Playa Las Gatas. You have to go downtown and hop a “water taxi,” which is basically a panga, to get there. We were the first ones on the beach and we found a nice spot at a beach restaurant and plopped our stuff down.
The owner’s name was Jorge and he had a very sweet 3 year old son. Apparently, Jorge’s restaurant partner had fallen extremely ill the day before and he was not able to go into town for his supplies. Jorge needed a boat to come out and bring him things for the day. My mom, sister and brother-in-law had gone down the beach to do some shopping and I stayed back to hold down the fort. Jorge, not knowing me from Adam, asked if I could just keep an eye on his son’s whereabouts while he unloaded. I was happy to. Read more…
