Just after my mother died in 1989, my friend Carol and I blasted off on Thanksgiving day to Manzanilla in Mexico. We stayed in this amazingly beautiful, hot pink hotel right on the sea. The only place I could find pink paint was in the local shoe store and it is actually shoe dye! I spent hours drinking cold beers on hot afternoons making this painting. I wonder if this hotel still exists today? It was the kind of place where snowbirds would come for a month at a time during the winter months. The owner told me he bought the hotel after a hurricane for a case of beer. There were only 13 rooms and each had a large skeleton key. All guests were on the honor system of placing bottle caps from cool drinks taken self-service style in the great room overlooking the pool. During those hot days, we would put the bottle caps in cups with your room number painted on it. At the end of your stay you would pay for however many caps were in your cup. Lots of shenanigans took place over games of checkers or chance … and people would pour their caps into someone else’s cup. It all worked out …