Tuesday, November 5, 2013

The long way back to Mérida

Our neighbour Juan de Dios greeted me with surprise on the street yesterday. We have been away from Merida for a year and a half. "We thought you weren't coming back," he said.

For a while it was hard to know how to get back to Mérida. How does anyone get anywhere with all the deadlines and challenges of jobs and kids? (Not to forget the neurotic, biting pets that can't really be left with anyone else.)

Anyway, things got done, or didn't, at least not yet, and we did come back. Well me, and soon, Tom too. Things change when you're gone awhile. People, businesses, landmarks come and go. Plants that I can't identify have established themselves around the patio. A pool! Love the pool! Didn't realize it was so captivating just to watch the ever-changing reflections; the splash of rain on its surface. I finally understand the purpose of flip-flops.

Maybe things haven't changed all that much,though. Maybe it's the long absence that's woken up the senses to the extraordinariness of ordinary things like the scent of jasmine flowers spilling onto the street on my bike ride earlier today.

Hello Mérida. It's good to see you again.

1 comment:

  1. Welcome back, Debbie! Both to Mérida and blogging.

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