...Isla Holbox Mexico is one of m favorite places in the world.
Out of breath and filled with summers salty tang, I strolled
the sand. Mexico stretched out before me in sandy strips and sturdy palapas. The
comings and goings of locals filled with responsibility instead of fear, time
slowing to a practical pace as the birds minded the incoming tides. I thought
about the relationship between man and the places that he chooses to live and
figure that only a handful of people that I know, actually get to make that
choice.I think about how any place but
home, can be romanticized to a point that we are sure that we should be living
there, our vacations and work trips never really long or complete enough to
make those kinds of judgments, and let’s not forget the smiling faces and waiting
hands of the service industry making sure that we feel like royalty. I feel
like I would live in Mexico if I had the chance, the people warm and welcoming
by most standards and absent is the strict pace of corporate America and our well-worn
prejudices. I know I would miss the access, convenience and security provided
me in my homeland.For today I will walk
the beach, try to speak with people in my broken Spanish and enjoy a beer under
the blue sky and bathe in the sea breezes. I will dream of living in a place
that caresses my heart and soul. I will be joyful about my return trip to my
home where I have family and friends that cloak me in unconditional love and
patience for my shortcomings. Today I will be grateful that I got to visit another
land and see how other people have rooted and thrived for centuries.Today I will be happy to be me.
"I thought about the relationship between man and the places that he chooses to live and figure that only a handful of people that I know, actually get to make that choice."
You're so right when you say this, Crowley. Only a handful of lucky people, I guess. As a person who's so far been dreaming of getting out of my own country, I relate too much with this write of yours. Although yes, you're right too in saying the comforts of the homeland is beyond comparable, still, a (wo)man can dream haha
This is one great write!
This feels like you're letting us in to ramble inside your head & I enjoyed taking a gander around up there! *wink! wink!* Some people know exactly where they're meant to live & others live in places while feeling they have no other choice. I love the way your pondering ramble around your favorite Mexico haunts brought on a variety of thoughts on where to live. I dreamed of Montana all my life, even named a favorite German Shepherd "Montana" . . . but deep down I knew I could never do those winters, so I knew Montana would only be a dream for me. Also, many people romanticize living in the country like I do, but they are not prepared for what it takes to be isolated & doing things the hard way (more physical labor, etc) Thanks for taking us on the journey your mind takes as you decide on your power spot (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie
' I will dream of living in a place that caresses my heart and soul. I will be joyful about my return trip to my home where I have family and friends that cloak me in unconditional love and patience for my shortcomings. Today I will be grateful that I got to visit another land and see how other people have rooted and thrived for centuries. Today I will be happy to be me.'
To start a love affair with a place, travel the experience then, end with the above, has to have every emotion lurking in his/her body. Your description defies the art of reining in emotions, of leaving them safe.. you have explored, felt comfortable and yet, still yearn for the nest that calls you home. Seems places like faces can be loved to the same degree, each in sincere surety. A great write, Crowley.
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6 Years Ago
Sorry it took so ling to respond, cuz I love it when you come out to read. I love to travel, especia.. read moreSorry it took so ling to respond, cuz I love it when you come out to read. I love to travel, especially to Mexico, and loved the European River Boat Cruise last year enough on the Danube to do another one next year on the Rhine from Bazel to Amsterdam. Mostly I love the people and the vibes. Thank you so much for coming by, miss your face!!!
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Sometimes, it's right to hide away a while. But, saying that, your writing should always show its f.. read moreSometimes, it's right to hide away a while. But, saying that, your writing should always show its face, my riend.
such a wonderful place.. but still a home is where the heart is so whatever part of the world it is, nothing beats where your heart has been filled with happiness that is totally incomparable
I think I just need to read you more when Im feeling bleek. You have this vigor that i want to breathe all in! Its rather intoxicating....I always think to myself...yes, waiter Ill have what he is having:)
There are many places that can touch our spirit in one way or another, but home will always be home. Home is where the heart is. The spirit will always wander freely. Lovely lines here Crowley.
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