I have seen it before.
Enough mist hangs in the air over the sea that the horizon ceases to be the line of infinity. Instead, it joins the sea and sky in one curtain that is just an arm's length away.
I saw it sailing the Gulf Islands and standing on the embarcadero in San Francisco. But the curtain there was a metallic curtain bringing the promise of ear-numbing fog.
Not this curtain. It is as hot as the fire curtain that made its appearance in vaudeville theaters. A mist born of long days of unrelenting heat.
The same mist I saw that summer in Greece where my youth was badly invested, if not misspent. The mist that kept Odysseus from his beloved Ithaca.
Today was the day I was going to start looking for my next base camp to explore Mexico. And I did start by looking at a few places -- from the outside -- in Barra de Navidad.
Like everything else in my life during the past year, I am not quite certain what I want the place to be. I have enjoyed having the space and view of a three-bedroom home on the beach. But my practical side tells me that a one-bedroom apartment would suit me just fine.
The upside of playing Hamlet (and living alone) is that I get to be indecisive without running a rapier through the rest of the cast. Instead, I get to sit on my balcony and listen to the waves hypnotize me into thinking that time simply does not matter.
And that is a fog that suits me quite well.
After all, tomorrow is another day.
Enough mist hangs in the air over the sea that the horizon ceases to be the line of infinity. Instead, it joins the sea and sky in one curtain that is just an arm's length away.
I saw it sailing the Gulf Islands and standing on the embarcadero in San Francisco. But the curtain there was a metallic curtain bringing the promise of ear-numbing fog.
Not this curtain. It is as hot as the fire curtain that made its appearance in vaudeville theaters. A mist born of long days of unrelenting heat.
The same mist I saw that summer in Greece where my youth was badly invested, if not misspent. The mist that kept Odysseus from his beloved Ithaca.
Today was the day I was going to start looking for my next base camp to explore Mexico. And I did start by looking at a few places -- from the outside -- in Barra de Navidad.
Like everything else in my life during the past year, I am not quite certain what I want the place to be. I have enjoyed having the space and view of a three-bedroom home on the beach. But my practical side tells me that a one-bedroom apartment would suit me just fine.
The upside of playing Hamlet (and living alone) is that I get to be indecisive without running a rapier through the rest of the cast. Instead, I get to sit on my balcony and listen to the waves hypnotize me into thinking that time simply does not matter.
And that is a fog that suits me quite well.
After all, tomorrow is another day.
8 comments:
I know that veil of heat that you refer to. It can be intense!!! I always get a little worried when I see that it is overcast- is it going to trap us under a wet towel or not- I should stop asking "or not" I already KNOW the answer!
Ah you are becoming "Mexicanized". Procrastination and manana is part of it. I've never been a procrastinator, but I sure am now. Things get moved every day from my "to do" list to tomorrow.
And your heat will do that to you, but I have NO excuse.
It's good that you're keeping an open mind, that way something really great and unexpected can fall into your life.
You'll come upon something when you least expect it. Just enjoy. Take care.
Tulum Living -- Trapped we are. I am amazed at just how oppressive the humidity has been this week. It's October!
Babs -- And I am not the least bit concerned. I am gone for two weeks in November. That means I have the next four weeks to make a decision. Plenty of time.
1st Mate and Gloria -- I hope that both of you are correct. You undoubtedly are.
Ah, I remember it well. Sitting DRENCHED in sweat in my bungalow in Sayulita, and being a practical person, I made a list. I wrote, in order of preponderance, the things that were most important to me for enjoyable living. . .then I matched those top 5 with a destination. That list directed me back to the highlands, and I have no regrets.
My list was:
Climate
Friends
Good Food
Location for easy in and out travel
Beauty
You'll find the right place to roost after some fun exploration.
¡Suerte!
-MT
Listen to the siren of San Miguel de Allende. Go there, and bloom where you are planted. You think Felipe, Constantino, Babs, Billie and I are talking through our hats? We're not. You need to be in Goldilocks place, and that's it. You'll thank us, you will.
Indecision and waffling are girly traits. Not for you.
"Remember; no matter where you go, there you are."- B. Banzai
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