Having survived another bout of high winds driving through the deserts of New Mexico, Arizona and southern California, Hissy Fit is ready to go north on the assumption that winds will either be a head-wind or a tail wind. Had Hissy has a sail to raise, we’d have been on
Happy July 4th everyone. What a time to come back to the States and what a contrast in worlds and environments. First, the Cancun airport, even in low season is a veritable zoo of humanity leaving the world of beaches and going who knows where. Feeling a little silly at
It’s closing in on my last week in paradise and I’m grasping at ways to hold these times close and be present. Surrounded by tourism as much of Yucatan is, sometimes I forget to simply close out the rest of the world and see where I’m standing. It’s easy to
Swimming with the Whale Sharks was my one big splurge for this trip – and as splurges go it was worth it because these are endangered species and rumor has it that this is the last year that getting in the water with them will be allowed here. I understand
Aaah – finally in Playa! I caught the bus up from Bacalar last week and it rained all the way. Got a taxi – in the rain – found the place – in the rain… And it has been raining off and on every since. Seems some disorganized system has
OK – I lied. I said my next post would be from Playa del Carmen, but this surprise trip dropped into my lap and it was full of surprises. I’d just finished my three mile walk and was sitting sweaty in the 98% humidity waiting for what has become my
Life has definitely slowed down. To perk things up a bit, I decided I’d take a few days and go to Campeche on the other side of the Peninsula from Bacalar. Having heard it is like going to an old walled-city in Spain, I didn’t want to miss it while
I wanted a slower pace in a normal little Mexican town and that is what I have found in Bacalar. So slow in fact, that I have fallen into a rhythm of trying to find things to occupy myself. Those of you who know me well know that I am
The last night on Isla Mujeres was balmy and blessedly calmer than all of the preceding week. Spring-breakers are gone and now the island prepares for the onslaught of local tourists on Easter break. Young travelers – gypsy musicians who sleep on the beach and finance their stay with their
Finally – the sound of the surf, sea breezes, turquoise water! I literally felt my skin shrivel in Merida. While it was already pegging at 116, I was told – it’s not really hot yet. Even for this Texan – that’s hot with a humidity in the 90 percent range.
March 16 I’m definitely not in Uganda. I know this because I am on a bus writing a blog and said bus has wide seats, a foot rest, Wi-Fi, movies and a BATHROOM! Also, not a goat or chicken in sight (on this particular bus – tho such buses do
Sundays in Guadalajara are something to behold. Yes – it’s huge, busy, polluted… It is also a city with soul. Every Sunday the main business thoroughfare slicing through El Centro is closed to traffic so walkers, runners, grown-ups on bikes, kids on trikes, dog-walkers and gawkers can traverse the area