Thanksgiving Memories

  Why are some of us hurting as Thanksgiving approaches? Because it reminds us of beloved family members and friends we’ve lost. People so dear and close, but no longer with us to celebrate. Parents, children, siblings. Lifelong friends. Passed away tragically, either suddenly or through illnesses. Aunts, grandparents, uncles. Separated over misunderstandings, feuds, secrets and betrayals. Wives, husbands, partners. No longer speaking. Not even reaching out to make up anymore… I acknowledge this sorrow. It’s real.  This deep pain, however, also proves we are sensitive and authentic and loving. We can’t change the past or others. We can’t bring back the departed. … Continue reading Thanksgiving Memories

Callejon Alley

Guanajuato is intense : its walls are bold slashes of orange and red; the sky is a huge, vivid blue. Yet the climate is so gentle that some here call it “eternal spring”. This old silver Mexican mining town is a complex layering of underground tunnel highways below glittering Spanish Colonial streets. An enchanting historical town center lays below mazes of hillside alleyways. I hadn’t really wanted to visit . I was content with our month at Playa del Carmen and the slow, sultry pace of Yucatan’s Caribbean coast .  We’d gotten into a comfortable pattern there: sleep late, walk to the popular “Quinta … Continue reading Callejon Alley

Guanajuato Day One

We arrived at Leon Airport from Playa del Carmen and took a 50 minute taxi north. In Guanajuato, the house we rented for a month was so difficult to find (no house number) our taxi drove up and down the hills for hours. We asked pedestrians along the way. The landlord’s phone number didn’t work, so no help there. Finally we had the taxi just leave us in the town center at a cafe. We contacted the landlord by email thru wifi and he sent his mother to pick us up. She got us in a mini pickup, I barely fit … Continue reading Guanajuato Day One

Friday the 13th, Birds, and My Aching Back

I am in pain. It’s the birds’ fault. And it didn’t help that today is Friday the 13th. You see, I wanted to take photos of the tropical and unusual birds here in the Yucatan, Mexico. So, I held my camera for long stretches at a time, upward toward the branches. My back rebelled at this new artistic endeavor. I’m now stuck in bed writing this. Yeah, very bad luck (the 13th?). And yes, the bird photos are just average. But, I don’t really regret it. It’s all part of journeying, and I’m sure my back will recover in a few … Continue reading Friday the 13th, Birds, and My Aching Back

LaVidaLocal

LaVidaLocal I awoke this morning to the sound of falling rain. Except that it was a burst pipe, sending a stream of water from somewhere near the roofline onto the street below. I looked out between the bars of our iron-grated window. The spontaneous waterfall didn’t appear to be causing any excitement or interest outside. People simply stepped around the growing pool of water as it rapidly filled the large gapped cracks in the sidewalk. This is Mexico. Things happen. And nobody gets too excited. Especially here in the sub-tropics. Manana, manana. Stifling my usual gringo anxiety reaction, I instead … Continue reading LaVidaLocal

Jeanine at 71

She has been wandering for hours, pulling the trembling pinscher on his red cord leash, asking for directions to a life long past. Breathless with adventure and confusion: “let’s go have coffee”; “I can’t remember my apartment number” and, “when my John died the lawyers stole the house”. The little pinscher watches patiently. Lovingly. Jeanine wears a jaunty knit cap. Her brown eyes twinkle as she speaks of Ecuador and Germany. She’s lonely among these tall concrete structures and youthful strangers. I make helpful suggestions. Jeanine ignores them. This lady is lost. I must call the police. Her eyes die at their arrival. … Continue reading Jeanine at 71

My nickname was “The Roadrunner”

“The RoadRunner” When I was growing up in the 60’s-70’s, my nickname was “The Roadrunner”. Neighbors and friends saw me traipsing down the road, barefoot usually, every day. I was invariably headed over to play at a friend’s house. Often, we friends would then walk to “The Little Store”. It was, alas, the only store. And, yes, it was quite small. There were, however, plenty of penny candies for sale in the front case. Since we only had a few pennies, the store owner would take pity on us and give us extra pieces of the tootsie rolls or taffy. … Continue reading My nickname was “The Roadrunner”

The Rome B&B Review We Didn’t Dare Post

We arrived in Rome fresh off the train from Venice. Well, not really fresh,as I had a sneezy virus I’d probably caught on the transatlantic flight several days ago. Luckily my husband Don was still healthy and helped me survive that last leg of the journey: metro from the train; bus from the metro; walk to the apartment we’d booked at a popular online site several days before. I knocked hopefully on the door. No one answered. I rang the bell. Nothing. My heart sank. Enzo, our Italian host and entrepreneurial homeowner, wasn’t there. Our US cellphone didn’t have reception. No wifi. What to do? A curious neighbor, … Continue reading The Rome B&B Review We Didn’t Dare Post

Marrakesh Doorways, Rugs, and Surprises

….suddenly an archway leading into an exotic, hidden passageway….a calm courtyard with colorful handknotted rugs….a blue doorway into an entirely new and disturbing experience….. An elegantly dressed Moroccan man welcomed us in: “Please come in for a tour of tribal women weaving the rugs”. He led us into a room of astounding beauty; my eyes took in a scene from another time, a different world. The walls were covered with carpets of all colors, designs and materials. Authentic handpainted tiles decorated the floor, and priceless antique furniture filled the room. “This used to be a palace hundreds of years ago”, … Continue reading Marrakesh Doorways, Rugs, and Surprises