Not really. But I will be leaving on a bus. Rather, I have left on a bus.
I am writing this in Melaque.
But, by the time you see it, I will be on my way to Guanajuato. And San Miguel de Allende. For about a week.
For two years, I have talked about ascending the mountains to the highlands. Originally, I was going to scout for my next place to live. But agendas change.
This trip now has mixed purposes. I am still looking for a place to escape the heat of summer. And I will do that.
But that goal is secondary. My primary mission is to be a simple tourist. And the simplest of all tourists. I am on a guided tour -- on a bus.
I have not joined one of these blue hair lady tours since 1975. And that was a low-end bus tour in Spain and Morocco. A tour where I met two of my best British friends.
I do not like touring on someone else's schedule. But I learned on my trip to Colima that it is impossible to enjoy the scenery while trying to avoid being hit head on by an iron ore truck.
What I enjoy about these bus tours is having the opportunity to meet a new group of people over an extended period of time. Not unlike the way that friendships are formed in the military. Or prison.
I have no idea if I will be able to blog on the road. My experiences of trying to keep up a regular posting schedule while I travel has not been good. When I travel, I want to enjoy the experience.
But I assure you, I will share whatever I experience.
Museums. Music. Mummies. It will all be there. And then here.
Who knows? I may even see one of you along the way.