He Couldn’t Last More Than 2 Minutes (2016) #TravelTuesday #puertorico

Afternoon heat on the Isla Verde Beach (2016)  Afternoon Heat On The Isla Verde Beach ©2016 Marquessa Matthews. All Rights Reserved.

“I’m telling you, you won’t last for more than 2 minutes. It’s too soon. Why not wait a while?”

I tried to convince him but I knew that he wouldn’t listen.

“I can handle it. I’ll be fine.”

“Suit yourself,” I told him as I flopped down onto the couch and turned on the tv.

I watched him slide the patio door open and step outside with his iced tea. Before the third commercial could air, the patio door slide open again and he was back in the room. I said nothing but I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Okay, you were right…” he said, showing me that all of his ice had instantaneously melted. He headed back to the fridge to pour himself a fresh glass.

Those are the kind of days in San Juan that I call “boricua” hot where it’s as if you are in a sauna and can’t escape. The kind of hot when there is absolutely no air movement and the sand feels like scorching hot coals under your soles. Those are the days when your best bet is to either stay in the ocean, grab lunch  somewhere with great A/C or stay indoors until the sun is less angry.

But I don’t mind.

I prefer it hot and a little angry…

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“Just The Two Of Us” #TravelTuesday #Fiction #bloggersblast

*inspired by a true event – updated with new content and photo 

“Looking Up” video©2016 Marquessa Matthews. All Rights Reserved.

“It’s just the two of us left in this entire world now,” Jeanne** told me about thirty seconds after introducing herself and her sister Cassie** to me on the beach. “And we are going to enjoy this trip like it’s our last one together.”

I quickly realized that her words were more literal than figurative…

It was still quite early in the morning but these sisters had already gone all out and splurged by renting chairs, an umbrella, and little table for the day. The older sister’s name was Jeanne and her younger sister was Cassie, both in their fifties. We had crossed paths countless times, smiling and saying “Another beautiful day” to each other on the beach, at the pool and in the lobby. Jeanne and Cassie were always cheerful and pumped up for another day in the beautiful sun.

Jeanne stood out from the other beach regulars because of the beautiful head scarves she wore. Today’s head scarf was sky blue with silver edging. From the fragile wisps of her hair escaping from underneath it, it was obvious that though an illness had managed to steal her hair, it had not robbed her of bubbly and friendly spirit. Cassie had the same energy but spirit was dulled by a hint of sadness.

“You know, I was just telling Cassie that the next time we saw you, we should introduce ourselves. Why waste time just saying hello when we can get to know each other? Life is just too short to waste, don’t you agree?”

I definitely agreed.

And we spent the next few hours chatting under their umbrella. 

**names changed

2017 update : I saw them from a distance this year on the beach and was happy that it was still just the two of them…

Still Just The Two of Them ©2017 Marquessa Matthews.

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 (originally posted on September 27, 2016)







#TravelTuesday: I Wear My Sunglasses At Light

I’m guilty.

The only time I wear sunglasses is when I’m on the beach and my reasons have nothing to do with the glare of the sun, UV rays and eye protection. Wearing sunglasses has everything to do with people watching.

I don’t mean in a creepy stalker kind of way like the guy in this post. I’m talking about the not-so-obvious, perfectly sneaky way to observe people’s interactions, body language and conversations that are within earshot. And no one is really the wiser if you do it the right way.

Sunglasses on, nose in book and ears wide open.

The kind of “observing” that gets your imagination going, leads you to make up stories about the people you see and try to decipher the relationships between them…the stuff begs questions like:

How is it that this mother and daughter have matching plastic surgery?

Mother and daughter with matching plastic surgery All Rights Reserved ©2017 Marquessa Matthews

What secrets are these two lovers keeping from each other?

What secrets are they keeping from each other? All Rights Reserved ©2017 Marquessa Matthews

What’s the story behind this woman’s back tattoo?

Why did she get that tattoo? All Rights Reserved ©2017 Marquessa Matthews

Who was sipping on this coconut before they abandoned it?

Whose coconut was this and how did it get here? All Rights Reserved ©2017 Marquessa Matthews

Yes, I am guilty of wearing my sunglasses to seek out ideas when I’m on the beach.

But as a writer, YOU are guilty too.

Whether it’s on the beach, while sitting in a coffeeshop, at the hair salon or on the train…

I know that you do it too because as writers, we observe, ponder, imagine and create tales.

The question is, “Who’s watching you?”

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#TravelTuesday: I’m Not In Kansas Anymore #travel

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It’s always a rude awakening when I return to the real world after spending time in Puerto Rico or any place that is blessed with bright sun and gorgeous weather almost every day.

In hotter climates, I find the local people to be friendlier, more personable and laid-back than in my neck of the woods. Maybe it’s because they know that they are living in paradise.

It’s normal to pass a stranger on the street who smiles and says good morning or hello. It’s also not out of the ordinary for someone to strike up a conversation with you on the street, city bus, or the beach. It’s just part of what they seem to do.

So it’s like splashing cold water in my face when I get back home, step into an elevator, say hello (after getting into that habit while I was away) and get silence – the kind of silence that is accompanied by an awkward look that makes me think that I’ve suddenly grown a third eye.

And that’s when I remember that I’m not in Kansas anymore.

To me, the hotter the weather, the friendlier the people…

That’s my perspective but maybe I’m biased because of the South American blood running through my veins.

What do you think about my theory about hot weather people being friendlier people?

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#TravelTuesday: Stories Under The Sun #beach #vacation

Carolina Beach, Puerto Rico ©2017 Marquessa Matthews. All Rights Reserved.

It boggles my mind when I hear people say that they don’t like the beach or vacationing.

What?! Who are these people?! 😉

If you happen to be one of those people, you may want to skip the next few #TravelTuesdays.

Not only will I likely post random vacation photos from my IG, I’ll probably post a few of my “vacation stories”.

In the meantime, close your eyes and don’t look at this video I posted last year… 🙂

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C is for “Chocolate High” (2016) – #atozchallenge @AprilA2Z


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Continued from “Back to One”. 

Chocolate High (Delaney)

“Close your eyes and open your mouth.”

I did as I was told. I felt the warm gooeyness coat my lips, stick to the roof of my mouth and glide onto my tongue. My mouth widened to take it all in and I clasped my lips around it, wanting to savor it a little longer. Then I swallowed.

“It’s good, isn’t it?”

Yes, it was good. And yes, I definitely wanted more. I simply moaned with pleasure.

“Now, tell me it’s the best you’ve ever had.”

His tone dared me to say otherwise. I savored what was left in my mouth and then licked the residue from my lips. I opened my eyes and looked at him.

“Come on, say it.”

I giggled when I saw the serious look on his handsome face. I wasn’t a liar and I wasn’t about to start now.

“I’ll admit that it is very good. But I’ve had better. Sorry.”

“And here I am thinking that I would blow your mind.”

Disappointed, Alejandro placed the fork back onto the dessert plate. I immediately picked it up, dug into the chocolate molten lava cake and brought it to his lips.

“Butter, eggs, sugar, chocolate, fresh raspberries, powdered sugar…I used to be an expert at making these when I was a teenager. This is almost as good as what I used to make. Open your mouth.”

“Shush, don’t let the chef hear you.”

A smile spread across his face before he opened his mouth to receive the fork. We laughed and took turns feeding each other until the cake was a memory and we were suffering from a chocolate high. When I noticed chocolate on the corner of his mouth, I smudged it away with my thumb. Alejandro took hold of it and slowly slide it across his sticky lips. Before I knew it, my thumb was in his mouth and he was sucking the chocolate from it.

His eyes said it all, making me wonder just how sticky things could get in the middle of the empty restaurant.

Continuation – “Video”.

And if you want a little more of Alejandro and Delaney, check out “Unicorns”.

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B is for “Back At One” – part 2 (2016) – #atozchallenge @AprilA2Z

Muscular Handsome Male

Photo credit: Butz.2013 via Foter.com / CC BY

Continued from “Amarte Es Un Placer”.

Back At One (Alejandro)

“I wanted to look up.”

“Look up? What do you mean?” I had to ask her.

“Look up, sit still and appreciate how far I have come.”

She turned her gaze back to the ocean and closed her eyes, enjoying the strong wind on her face.

“I thought that Puerto Rico would be the ideal place to relax, breath and just look up at the sky, like what we’re doing right now. A place to get back to basics, get back at one with myself…just “be”. Does that sound crazy Alejandro?”

My skin always tingled when my name rolled off her luscious lips – I loved it. My thoughts wandered back to my deep ache for her. I shook the thoughts free from my head.

“No. I’ve seen a lot of beautiful places but this island is my heart. It is an amazing place to just “look up”, as you say.”

We sat in silence and she was lost in the ocean again. It was obvious that she had other things on her mind.

“Is that what you’ve been doing almost every night on your balcony? Just being?”

Her smile disappeared and her head swiveled quickly towards me. I stopped breathing when she brushed the hair out of her face to give me the full attention of her dark brown eyes.

Almost every night? You’ve been watching me?”

My skin flushed with embarrassment. I couldn’t tell if it was fear or surprise written on her face but when her hand came towards me in the darkness, I expected nothing less than a swift slap.

But Delaney surprised me by raking her fingers through my hair and then trailing them down the side of my face. Her eyes flickered with curiosity as she leaned in dangerously close to me.

“That’s funny,” she whispered, her sweet breath caressing my lips, “because I’ve been watching you too.”

My eyes widened at her words and my heart raced when I saw her lick her lips and focus on mine.

“Alejandro,” her eyes searched mine, “I think that this is the part where you’re supposed to kiss me.”

Continuation – “Chocolate High”

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