After we arrived at our apartment on Playa Amapas yesterday I went down to the beach. At one end, a small white tepee stood was decorated with electric candles, red roses, and illuminated letters spelling T E A M O (I love you). Two sunshades provided shelter from the sun. Later a couple of young women lay among the roses and embraced on. Our son Chris tells us this ia a favourite LGBTQ+ beach.
This morning, as we prepared breakfast the sound of a trumpet drew our attention. About where the two young ladies had embraced yesterday, a heart-shaped display of false red roses had been erected. In its centre was an illuminated sign asking “Will you marry me?”. A red carpet was lined by electric candles and red roses. Two displays of roses stood either side of the arch and behind on the beach more electric candles. A bouquet of red roses was strategically placed on the red carpet just in front of the heart.
A glamorous young woman in an elegant trouser outfit and beach sandals was busy on a mobile phone, while a young man dressed in black with a pony tail was busy setting his camera for the event. The trumpet player was a member of a mariachi that was gathering and preparing its instruments.
And then the couple arrived. We felt a certain sympathetic tension. Would she say yes, or no? The girl wore a fetching long dress, her beau some not so elegant shorts and a black shirt. The mariachi played. He fell to his knees, produced and fitted on her finger a ring.
What next? The suspense rose.
The beau stood up; the girl embraced. They kissed. The answer was clearly YES. The bouquet was presented. There followed many photos and videos. No doubt the young couple are now on Snapchat or Tiktok.
Given the elaborate arrangements, we assumed that the Yes was a foregone conclusion.
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