Sanctuary On Dry Land

In Mexico's sunlit realm, where arid landscapes meet, A vessel rests ashore, the Merry Margarita's seat. On a bed of sand and dust, where waves no longer glide, A whimsical abode, where land and sea collide. The Merry Margarita, a haven out of place, Its anchor long forgotten, on this parched embrace. The cacti stand as sentries, in the vast and endless view, While the once-majestic sails, now dance with winds that blew. Upon this vessel marooned, memories echo and persist, Of salty air and ocean sprays, the sea's eternal kiss. Yet here upon the desert, a new life takes its hold, A tale of landlocked wonder, in the sun's embrace, unfolds. In the heart of Mexico, on this ...View all