During a recent trip to the Riveria Maya, Mexico, I suggested to my beloved that we should try to skip a meal or two during our stay because, if you’ve ever been to an all-inclusive resort, you know that you can tumble out looking much rounder than when you arrived. I thought it was a good idea since we’d been already eating light the day or two before (we were up well before the crack of dawn the day of travel and essentially unfed on the flight to Mexico). He agreed, and we decided we would skip either breakfast or lunch every day that week.
By the time we arrived at the resort, we were near starving and eager for the lunch buffet to open. We thoroughly enjoyed a fabulous spread, and because my beloved had never been to an all-inclusive before, he immediately started ordering one mixed drink after another — first a mojito, then a pina colada, then a seabreeze, then a mai tai — telling me he wanted to try them all. I said, “Yeah, but in one afternoon?”
The resort was part of a larger complex, so we had access to more than enough pools, bars and restaurants, and he was determined to try them all, too. We’d start every day with a mimosa (or two), enjoy a grand breakfast, swim and drink for a few hours, eat lunch, swim and drink for several more hours, have a relaxing dinner and finally seek out a cup of espresso and some evening entertainment.
Three days later, he announced to me, quite seriously, that he was feeling good that we’d been skipping meals. “Huh?” I said, thinking I could already feel some extra poundage on my exposed mid-section.
“Yeah, we’ve skipped a few meals already,” he said confidently.
Uh, no. On the contrary. So as kindly as I could, I said, “Honey, just because you thought about eating and then didn’t doesn’t count as a skipped meal.”
He thought that was hysterical, so we clinked together our glasses of pina coladas and sat back in the sun.
Speaking of sun, we returned to beautiful spring weather, which reminded me to dig my new yellow raincoat out of storage. I call it new because it’s new to me, but it looks quite vintage. Oddly, I can’t find a tag so I can’t tell you much about it. I bought it from the NCJW Cleveland Designer Dress Days sale, which happens every fall, usually in October, for about $50.
In addition to the bright color, I love its elegant and tailored fit, flower-burst pattern and knotted fabric buttons. It’s also quite long, landing about mid-calf on me.
I also recently bought a Franco Sarto yellow leather purse for about $3 from Salvation Army, which goes nicely with the raincoat. The buckle straps are easily adjustable, and it has a magnetic open/close. You can find this version and similar versions on ebay, Etsy and Poshmark, but I haven’t found a similar raincoat online.
Spring feels like it’s here. Enjoy the sunshine, warmer days and longer evenings, and remember to stop and smell the flowers!