I feel like I let people down with my summer travel plans.
Everyone: “I know you’re going somewhere exciting this summer! Where are you off to?”
Me: “I’m going to Mexico!”
Almost Everyone: Confused pause. “Again?”
It’s the country next door. I went there last summer. It doesn’t seem exotic enough to people here in California. I guess as the crazy travel girl who goes there so you don’t have to, my choice to revisit Mexico may seem like I’m throwing a wet blanket last year’s travel thrills like Cuba and India.
Okay, so there’s more when it comes to my summer travel plans. More on that later. Right now, Mexico.
I can’t wait to explore the jungley watery state of Chiapas, reunite with quite a few of the the great people I met last summer, sit on a plastic stool in the middle of the street in Oaxaca and eat an Oaxaca-style empanada, stand on the sidewalk in Mexico City and eat a taco, for rain that’s not cold, for the wonderful skies, for the cacti, for the colorful traditions, for the colorful buildings.
I didn’t get enough last summer. I’m curious to see if its possible to get enough.