I could have published the photos of Bangkok and the trip to Thailand that I never planned, selfies in the Kingdom of Siam, the dorados, the flowers and the castles of dragons.
I could have published that Holbox trip in June when my uncle and the puppies in the heat, or Luz and me fighting the mosquitoes but pretending a perfect picture with the turquoise blue behind, the horizon and the sun, and make you feel that everything here is perfect, that there are no mosquitoes, no allergies nor invasive tourists in this “paradise”.
I could have shown the photos of Puerto Vallarta in March, the pretty cats, the boardwalk and the entire apartment with its air conditioning; here also the perfect photos would be touched in Photoshop, would gladden the view with a better exposure and increased blues and greens, erase that plastic boat in the sand, and enhance the sharpness and brightness, the contrast too.
I could tell you that we sailed, that we went to San Francisco to see Captain Tom and he likes the publications at the moment, we did not escape from that. San Diego: at home almost every day because of the heat, the work, and the dogs.
And the sailboats? white and clean and perfect while one cooks in the middle of the waves and you want to vomit the pesto with mushrooms that you have just dined, using motor instead of sails, and you also hate to cook and do the dishes for the whole crew because you have to be woman in the middle of men and even up to here sometimes the ages and the genders are imposed.
But the photos! haaa those are perfect, the Sea of Cortez always blue, the heat and the bathing suits premiere, the sailboats after all always have to be poetic, right? What am I missing? Valle de Bravo, the progress of the house with its four walls, the growth of the cats, the acceptance to the postgraduate course in Australia, the visits to Guanajuato, the airports, and the goats, again the goats.
It seems that Facebook was left behind, and the nights are still cold.