Thursday, September 25, 2008

Signs of life?

I am not in Mexico right now, can you tell? I feel uninspired, unimaginative, robot-like. I am going through the motions to get done what I came here to do, but my spirit has taken a lengthy siesta. I eat, I work, I sleep, and the next day I wake up to do it all over again. How fun! (not).

I know there is beauty all around me, if I only went out to look. But my time here is spent going from airport to rental car to hotel to rental car to work-site to rental car to restaurant to rental car to hotel to rental car to work-site to rental car to hotel to rental car to airport.

I sit, eat, and sleep in borrowed space. The only things I have here that are mine are dragging along behind me. My suitcase - it contains things I don't wear in Mexico.

My feet are swollen. My shoes hurt. I'm wearing make-up. My bra hurts. I'm dressed like a professional. I just want to be wrapped in a sarong with flip-flops on my feet. I want to hang my laundry on the line.

I am a girl of the tropics. I am not sure how that gene got into my blood, but I suspect my grandmothers, given a life in a different generation, might have stretched their roots as well. They had spunk, and I think it takes spunk to live in Mexico.

Tomorrow afternoon I will recover my spirit. I will be back on my rickety golf cart, with Miguel driving into every pothole that he is really trying to avoid, and Loco leading the way with his paws on the front and his ears flapped out from the wind (he looks like a jet plane).

I will eat something delicious. I will lie in my hammock. I will be greeted by my neighbors. I will be home.

7 comments:

IslaZina said...

Good Lord do I know how you feel! Two months was enough to make me not want to go back at all! Our life here is more difficult than most imagine. But you put it well when you described us a needing spunk. I think I'll do a load of laundry and hang it before it gets too hot. Then, after domestic chores, up to the rooftop to plop into the pool any kid in Mexico and some in America would be glad to have!

Beck said...

Ah Sue. You'll be home soon. And sadly enough, I know the feeling. I AM at home, but you make me want to hop a plane for a tropical fix!

Jamqueen said...

I agree with Becky--I could use a tropical fix about now...we're expecting heavy rain for the next 2 days...Hope you're on Isla when we finally get back there--late January!

Cheri said...

Can I come too? That is exactly how I feel when I am there. Unfortunately my trips are short and still too "vacation-like". Some day..............

I wish you a safe, uneventful trip back home.

scottozoid said...

I think I know both Sues...both of you are great, but the "Tropical Sue" is sort of...better.
Well happier and much more laid back for sure!
Good luck getting away from Gringolandia, you know it will make everything on the island look that much nicer!
"Work is the curse of the drinking class" I know you don't drink but this applies here in a way...
I work about 49 weeks a year so I can get away for 3 weeks a year...you sort of have it the other way around (oh yeah I know you still have to work when you are on the island, but...)
Let me know if any openings for Book Warehouse Managers come up on Isla Mujeres!

Bennie said...

Wow! I couldn't explain life on the road any better.. Airport, Rental Car, Office, Rental Car, Hotel (that's not a home) and repeat over and over...

I can certainly appreciate how you miss home there on Isla. I hope by now you have made it back there. I'm rootin' for you Sue.. Fly, Baby Fly.. Get home to Mexico.

Sue said...

Ok, so I'm back, and happy to be here. And thanks to all for the encouraging words. And yes Zina, I agree we need spunk!

But Bennie, not only did I fly, my money also flew. Paid all the workers and still have a mechanic in the works and it's not looking good. Oh well. This too will pass (only to return again, it's the way here - constant maintenance).

Nap time!