Lovely experiences are happening here that I don't have time to write (blog) about. Every available word today going directly into the travel journal, which is growing fatter by the day.
Yesterday my eye caught and held each aqua and yellow door & wall. So many luscious textures and colors! Each one shabbier and more beautiful than the last. A wall. A floor. A door frame. Locks. Iron bars. Handpainted letters and numbers.
Only a small bit of dancing in the video below, but I'm working on a longer one with my STAR. A fabulous hip swinging latin dancer in white pants with a grin on his face. See if you can spot him! Yesterday while walking we turned a corner and right there in front of us a stage of 60-90 year old latin ballroom dancers!
It is late. Or I would tell you about the magical town of Izamal where all the buildings are yellow. Every one. I would tell you about the lovely Mayan woman who came to our home today and cooked dish after dish of Yucatecan food. I would tell you about the latin ballroom dancers from yesterday that made my heart expand so much it hurt.
I have a lot to say. But tomorrow we leave early for another adventure after which I will have 2 lovely empty days to sit and write and think. I need that time to absorb the streets, the people, the things I have seen. I fall in love with places as though they were people. And Mérida is no different. sigh sigh sigh...
Look for my friend in the white pants. I have a much longer video of him to share!