All of the shells I collected this summer while at the beach house in San Benito. I’m gifting them to those who came with me to celebrate my birthday. What a beautiful memory.
It’s my last weekend in Mexico, capping off a fantastic summer adventure that I’ll never forget. Matt and I are having a fancy dinner tomorrow night at Picheta, overlooking the cathedral and the Plaza Grande. Then, on Sunday, we are attending a Mérida Leones baseball game. What fun!
I must confess, I’m ready to go home. I miss Diana and the Hawaiian girls, I miss Sara and CJ, and I miss being in a place with relatively low mosquito annoyance. The wind stopped today (even the wind turbines out by Sendero Jurasico weren’t turning) and the mosquitos had a buffet on me. Mexico is wild and wonderful and rough around the edges… I love it here and hope to live in Mérida one day. Dreams!
Time has frozen here, and I love it. Days of the week are irrelevant, save for the ones with airport pick ups and drop offs. I drive Lisa to the airport tomorrow morning at 6am, and then I will be alone in this beautiful place for a day until sweet Matthew arrives on Saturday.
A few things I’ve noticed about myself lately: I’ve been eating less but feeling generally great. I feel strong and powerful in my body most of the time. Yoga poses come easier. I smile more. I want to wake up in the morning and take on the day. My creative bursts come more often (but still not as often as I’d like). I taste things better, more fully, different ingredients mixing in my mouth to form complex flavors. It’s like I had been in a long sleep and I’m now just waking up and feeling the pure sunshine on my face.
These are fighting conch shells, I think. I collected them when the ocean decided to retreat for an evening, leaving open her once-buried treasures. All shells were empty of their conch residents, so I cleaned them up and will give them to people I love, one by one.
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