It’s been almost 24 hours since arriving in the Yucatan. It feels like at least 3 or 4 days! Now it’s the weekend, Friday evening. Soon, I’m heading to the Zocolo to graze and get a marquesita!
So far, I’ve met people from Paris, Cambridge, London, Brussels, New Orleans, Pennsylvania, Germany, France, Spain and, of course, Mexico.
I went for ceviche at lunch with my friend Susan. The little man who has made ceviche for 40 years, came up and gave me a hand shake, welcoming me back. Then he took me back to introduce his daughter and wife. Then he made fresh ceviche. Perfect!
This morning, we visited Ek Balam ruins. Yesterday we toured the home of collectors, Casa de las Venados, House of the Deer. Incredible collection of folk art.
And of course, I’ve had plenty of hammock time! True to the spirit of travel, we have already changed plans. Less travel, more immersion and restful time and more peaceful approach to the beach.
There are several beach options. Of course, since things are always working out for me, the decision on which to visit gets clearer by the people who show up. Yesterday, it was the guys from Brussels. Tonight, three men from Germany. Personal feedback about which experience feels more peaceful. Perfect connections, dropping perfectly into my l