Another warm bright day in Merida, the highlight of which was taking a leisurely stroll over to Santiago Park. I walked alone, just me and my little flip. I like the unobtrusiveness of this tiny camera and the no-duh controls.
I passed houses the color of papaya, bubblegum, irises, and sunflowers. Each falling into slow delicious ruin. Gardens of tropical flowering shrubs and trees heavy with fruit - oranges, lemons, papayas. I walked by doors studded with clavos. Past men in horse-drawn work carts. A woman carrying a pinata. Young lovers making out on a bench.
And when my walk was over I came back to the yellow house and pulled the door closed behind me. Padded across the pasta tile floors, through the large rooms where breezes constantly circulate, and over to my side of the house where I lay down on my bed and slept.
Tomorrow evening we are going to eat at a hacienda just outside of town. Under a starry sky I will celebrate my 47th year of life. And toast to 47 more years of loving the world and exploring all of its cultures and people for as long as I can.
If it should interest you, a video follows of an abbreviated recap of my walk and what I saw along the way.