Izamal is bathed in a delicious yellow the color of ripe mango. Coming here it is easy to see why it is deemed magical by the Mexican government. We hailed a cab and our quiet gentleman driver whisked us here across miles of scrubland forest and deposited us in the center of the yellow town.
We wandered hither and yonder picking our way over cobblestone streets, drifting in and out of stores, mostly taking photos. I was lost in a trance. Like me, my travel partner Suzanne prefers keen observation to talking. An invisible tether kept us connected even when our roaming took us out of sight of each other.
Once during the day I discovered a vast pyramid structure behind a museum of folk art. Like a magnet I was pulled alone to the back of the building and out through an open door, across a courtyard, up some crumbling stairs, through dense undergrowth, obvious ruins, and to a clearing of wild pink flowers and curling vines. Sometimes storybooks that live only on the inside make their way to the real world. That's what happened to me. I could have kept going, but my invisible tether brought me back.
Back to Izamal. Back to the Santo Antonio de Padua Convent, bulit atop an ancient pyramid where I was set loose again to comb the halls. This time the pre-columbian story replaced by 16th century Franciscan monks.
I want to stop and bow to each chair, each doorway, each peeling wall. And in my mind, that is exactly what I do.
Mérida is a lovely place. I'm so glad I came. I'm so pleased to have found an alternate travel partner for times when my sister can't tear herself away from her day job. My vague lackadaisical travel style would annoy most people. I'm pulled along by an invisible compass, the needle of which does not always point north. Fortunately Suzanne, doesn't seem to mind.
You knew a video was coming. Naturally it has nothing to do with my post. It's of yesterday's adventure. If I haven't already extolled the simplicity and ease of a Flip, I'd do it again. If you prefer convenience over quality, a more perfect travel video may not exist.