I’m ready to be with friends and family, to have a long hot bath, to sleep in my own bed, to work in my studio, to walk in the mountains, to eat green chile, to see the sunset reflected pink on the Sandias, and to gaze into the deep, cerulean blue skies of New Mexico.
I’m sad to leave behind the friends I’ve made here, the warmth of the people and the sun, the world of unbelievably vibrant colors, the smell of tacos in the street, the taste of mole, the beautiful courtyards buildings, arches, and churches of Colonial Yucatan, the trees, the ever present
I planted myself in Merida, just scratching the surface of this enigmatic city. Everything is hidden here, revealed slowly.
Walk down a street many times and finally one day you’ll discover a jewel that’s was there all along –
Did I mention that I love chocolate. The history of chocolate begins in Mesoamerica, with evidence of cacao beverages dating back to 1900 BCE. Our modern word comes from the Mayan word Xocoatl.
Check back over the next few weeks as I slowly, slowly incorporate and express my experiences here in the Yucatan, the world of the Maya. Mexico, a mystery never completely revealed, is full of irony and contrasts. I know I’ll return again and again.