New Danger: Flying Monkeys in Mexico

Monkey yoga?
Monkey yoga?



Monday morning… monkeys on the roof of my apartment building…  is this a dream?  I surprised the four of them… lounging, grooming each other, languishing in the sun… when I came up to the roof with my Nikon.

At first, they eyed me suspiciously and moved to the edge of the terracotta roof.   Two of them retired into the tree.  The other two, however, looked like they were doing monkey yoga.

Then, one began to move to the street side.  I hurried over the flat part of the roof to find two of them watching traffic go by.  At least that is what it looked like as I began to take more photos.  Just then, the automatic focus on my camera jammed causing me to go manual.

Walking across the roof
Walking across the roof

Actually, I discovered that the monkeys were planning their strategy for a successful leap into the fully fruited Alamo tree out front of Flamingos/Paparazzi Pizza on Highway 307, Puerto Aventuras, just south of Playa del Carmen in Mexico.

Watching the cars go by?
Watching the cars go by?

In a flash, however, one of the monkeys turned and started coming directly toward me.  He got to the edge of the roof, put his head down as if he wanted to head butt me.  I kept on taking photos, some blurry, some clear as I was busy adjusting the manual focus on the lens as fast as I could with a rapidly approaching target.

Does he want to head butt me?
Does he want to head butt me?

Just like brave paparazzi, I kept on clicking and the monkey retreated, joined tails with his brother and sat back down.  Then, the second monkey jumped up and turned my way.  I guess he was going to show his brother how to do things right!  With strong, determined movements that made him appear as if he was a huge spider, he came directly toward me, made menacing faces and loud noises, rose up on two feet in attack mode, showed his teeth and…

Now I know why they call them spider monkeys.  Look at this...
Now I know why they call them spider monkeys. Look at this…

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Then, stopped, turned around and went back down the roof to his brother.  It was actually rather funny but I did not laugh.

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He did his best to scare me.  But I just kept clicking and fooling with the manual focus.  I thought to run, but knew he could outrun me. I did not resist but did not surrender either.  And I did not feel any fear.

The monkey must have thought…  “We really have a crazy one here.  I better get back to my brother and the fruit tree.”

He turned and I slowly slipped out back to the roof door.

The Alamo tree is full of fruit this time of year in front of Paparazzi Pizza on the lower floor of the apartment building on the Carreterra. The waiters tell me the monkeys come by every day to eat, sometimes more than once.  They jump from the roof into the tree, eat their fill of fruit and then walk back into Puerto Aventuras, an upscale-gated community in the heart of the Riviera Maya that is home to three hotels, numerous condominiums and houses, a golf course, marina, beach and four monkeys.

 

That’s a monkey for you!

 

Copyright 2013.  Donna Marie Carey.  All Rights Reserved.

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Woman That I AM

WOMAN THAT I AM

by Donna Marie Carey

I haven’t let the little girl go
Oh no… no, no
She dances inside
And often comes out to play.
So what makes me the woman that I am?

I can light up a room when I walk in
Not only with my smile but also the touch of my eyes

Am I the prettiest? No way
Am I the smartest? Nope
Am I the sexiest? Not a chance
And yet, men and women are drawn to the woman that I am.

What is this mystery, this power of the woman that I am?
I am open-hearted, generous and nurturing
And in a flash can turn into a cabrona if I encounter a bully at prey

I don’t hold back my love but share it like a reverse shadow that lights up my path and those I touch

I have some good, good friends, you know, the kind you can call at 3 in the morning to ask for help
But I don’t make that call until I have done everything… everything I can… to help myself
Is that a quality or a fault?

Both… for the woman that I am.

I am loyal. I am wise. I listen between the lines with my heart, eyes and hands
I love myself, I care for myself,
I appreciate my beauty, my wisdom, my power, my mystery and even my bitchy side

I am courageous enough to rearrange the furniture of my life and give away my favorite clothes
To make room for the unknown, the unknowable, the unlovable and the loved

I laugh at myself and life too, woman that I am.

I was born under a lucky star and…
Even though life is not always easy…the way I choose to dance it,
I know, as a woman, the woman that I am.
IT IS MY CHOICE!

MY choice: how I live
MY choice: who I love
MY choice: what to include in
MY choice: what to keep out

I AM a poet, a mystic, a dancer, a lover of life
I AM sensitive and sensual, fiery and fierce, fun and funny
I appreciate the truth and also a well-spun tale.

I can hold your little girl hand if you are afraid or sad
Or hug you to keep you warm and safe
Or laugh with you and dance to celebrate a new love…   or a big full moon…   woman that I am.

And… and now… the best part of all of this is…
The most beautiful secret I now reveal…
It is this… just this…

I am having a grand… and I mean a really grand…
…Affair…

with God!!

And I know how to share…
Woman that I am.

Written on Tuesday, June 14, 2011 Puerto Aventuras, Mexico for Casey’s Becoming a Woman Ceremony.

and soon after it was copyrighted!!