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 get caught up in “what … Read more
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 been moving across the peninsula … Read more
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 favorite breakfast: fresh local fruit, … Read more
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’m down here. So at … Read more
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 by any means they choose … Read more
As much as adapting to Uganda and specifically Gulu, was an adventure and a challenge, re-entry is offering equal opportunities for surprise, fury, self-analysis, befuddlement and feeling out-of-sync. It doesn’t provide the sucking-in-of-breath kind of surprises that Africa offers but there’s been plenty of gasping and shock at what I’ve forgotten or all that’s changed … Read more
After twenty hours of travel and 48 hours without sleep, I have landed in what feels like a parallel universe. It looks like a place I remember: there are people, cars, paved roads – places I recall. I’m supposed to know this place, but it feels alien. Describing this sense of disconnected-ness, a friend related … Read more