Every good play deserves a revival.
I think of my return to Mexico a bit like that. Or maybe it is simply act two -- with a long interval in The States.
Either way -- I am back. And to an area I have never visited before.
I have long wanted to visit the Yucatan. In the early 60s, the television critic for The Oregonian, Francis Murphy, would put down his pen and head south to the Yucatan to indulge in his other passion -- archaeology. I suspect he is somewhat responsible for planting that bug in my head.
Until yesterday I had not set foot in this part of Mexico. Sure, I had visited Cozumel on cruise ships. But that is like saying you have visited Japan because you had a layover at Narita.
That changed yesterday. I flew into Cancun and taxied my way over to the ferry terminal -- where I was met by one of my favorite bloggers: islagringo.
And there he was --waiting for me.
I felt as if I had known him for years, but this was our first meeting in person. We were able to jump right into the middle of our conversation -- as if we had been having coffee with each other for years. It is one of the amazing attributes of blogs. Turning strangers into friends. The alchemy of social networks.
And, so, the adventure in Mexico begins again. This time with a guide who not only knows the area, but knows me.
I am ready.
I think of my return to Mexico a bit like that. Or maybe it is simply act two -- with a long interval in The States.
Either way -- I am back. And to an area I have never visited before.
I have long wanted to visit the Yucatan. In the early 60s, the television critic for The Oregonian, Francis Murphy, would put down his pen and head south to the Yucatan to indulge in his other passion -- archaeology. I suspect he is somewhat responsible for planting that bug in my head.
Until yesterday I had not set foot in this part of Mexico. Sure, I had visited Cozumel on cruise ships. But that is like saying you have visited Japan because you had a layover at Narita.
That changed yesterday. I flew into Cancun and taxied my way over to the ferry terminal -- where I was met by one of my favorite bloggers: islagringo.
And there he was --waiting for me.
I felt as if I had known him for years, but this was our first meeting in person. We were able to jump right into the middle of our conversation -- as if we had been having coffee with each other for years. It is one of the amazing attributes of blogs. Turning strangers into friends. The alchemy of social networks.
And, so, the adventure in Mexico begins again. This time with a guide who not only knows the area, but knows me.
I am ready.
