Playa del Carmen at Christmas night

The sea is... as usual.
The night is getting cooler.
The moon is almost like a half and getting fuller every night. Full moon is scheduled for new year's eve.
Moni is sleeping, but I could not. My mind is just running, telling itself stories. Real stories, the things that happened today, the words I learnt, the things I saw.
Moni is a great sleeper. I went out of the room, and she will never know (only when she reads this --if she ever does). The need of being at the beach, writing, blogging was just too big. I could not sleep. I could not stop thinking. My mind would not stop.
It is not so late, though. 10:34 pm. A faint light in the horizon: the island of Cozumel. The first Mexican island visited by the Spanish conquistadores in the early sixteenth century. Maybe tomorrow we will go. Just maybe. With so many people to gather, so many minds with different thoughts, so many budgets, so little time...
The week has almost ended. Some of our friends are leaving day after tomorrow. That seems a lot of time, but in hours it means less than 18 hours.
Moni and I are staying one more week, though.

Many things happened today. The most impressive was the event with the little girl. Let us call her Momo.

Momo is 3 years old. She is a quite, little, all American, cute girl. Almost a baby that does not say much and is always by her parents. The one that nobody is worried about, because she is the nicest and the quitest.

We were at our room when we listened her mother calling her. The shouting was becoming mad when I came down. Our hotel is not big, so all the guests were already out, helping as much as they could.

We looked at the pool, Momo was not there. We looked at the beach, Momo was not there. We looked at the sea (we could still see the sea while the sun was going down, and it grew darker), but Momo was not there.

We asked everybody at the hotel, at the beach, at the nearby street. All the possible scenarios came rushing to our minds... and then, we heard her little sister shouting: "Momo is ok, here she is, she was hiding in the closet!"

Oh, my god. That was close!