While I am exploring my tropical inner self, my sister, and regular travel partner is alas confined to the snowy hinterland of Kansas. I have come to Mérida with my friend Suzanne who is on the lam from her own deep freeze in Chicago.
I am writing this post on the couch in the muy grande living room with the 25 foot ceilings and the chandelier that is as big as a volkswagon bug. In fact this living room is about the size of Moss Cottage! Valgame dios!
Suzanne has gone tromping off in the rain to explore some museums on this day of soft drizzle and cool gray. I have chosen to spend the day alone here at the house. Absorbing all of the stories of its past inhabitants, reclining on the sofa, reading, writing in my journal, napping, being here. Right here.
I am only capable of vacations that incorporate long stretches of doing nothing. Later of course, I will don my hat and rain jacket and go for a stroll with my camera. See everything under a veil of tropical mist.
Last night we enjoyed our trip to the hacienda for dinner & margaritas. The Yucatecan food is delicious. LIme infuses many of their dishes which are very different from other parts of Mexico. But mostly it was wonderful to sit in the night air & candlelight surrounded by gorgeous ironwork, dark wood, and night sounds out on the veranda. Next door a carnival was in full swing complete with a lit-up train, rides, and fireworks. This was muffled slightly by the piano and saxaphone drifting out the open door of the hacienda. A sense of the absurd mixing with quiet gentility. So many layers of richness!
Of course there is another video of my day, ending with a tiny slice of hacienda which was difficult to capture in the candlelight.
Thanks for the birthday wishes in comments and emails. There goes my tail thumping again on the floor...