Except for the illnesses and deaths of relatives, this part of my trip has been mostly pure pleasure. But whether pleasurable or painful, or somewhere in between, experiences can become a rut if they simply become repetitious and don’t challenge us to see things in new ways. I’m about to radically de-centre my own perspective in a place where I speak only a few words of the language, where I know only one person, and where I will have no definite itinerary.
Today I’ll be flying to Mexico City, my next destination. I’d have preferred going by boat and bus, but the ferry that used to go between Tampa and Mérida is no longer in service. I’d almost rather swim than fly, but sometimes the most interesting, most enlarging experiences come our way when we’re not getting our way.