Adventure comes with costs.
A year ago (almost to the day), I broke my right ankle ziplining in Puerto Vallarta (one foot in the gravy). And, even though that fracture decreased my mobility, I have been on the move ever since then.
Starting with my seven month stint in Oregon to train my successor in my old job. Followed by the Bloggers' Conference in Mérida and a trip through the Yucatan Peninsula with Islagringo.
When I finally got to Melaque, I ended up taking the three bus tours we have been discussing for the past two months. To Guanajuato, San Miguel de Allende, Morelia, Pátzcuaro, and Mexico City.
And then I was off to Oregon again for a week to settle some tax matters.
This past week is the first quiet time I have had in my apartment for almost a year.
It has given me an opportunity to think about my adventure here in Mexico. And what I should be doing with this blog.
But all I have been doing is thinking. As far as I know, a new press secretary is not waiting behind the current to make any news-shattering announcements.
What I do know is that I have been having great difficulty writing over the past two months. Part of that is due to my travels. It is hard to construct an essay that hangs together while enjoying sights in the highlands.
We will see what happens this week. I have a long list of topics I want to write about. All I need to do is find my wandering muse.
Because I have plenty of tales to tell. Just as I have my own story to live.
There is a Mexican national myth that the author of the lyrics of the national anthem, Francisco González Bocanegra, was able to write the lyrics only after being locked in a bedroom by his fiancée.
I have no one to lock me in a bedroom -- for any purpose at all. But I intend to spend this week spinning tales of the local area.
Let's see what happens. Maybe Thalia has some surprises in store for me.
