Head to Mexico

A while back I wrote a poem about independence.  It was a time when I was feeling especially lonely and it suddenly struck me.  What is wrong with being alone?  You are 67 years old, independent and free.  Why not travel?  You always wanted to live for a while in a foreign country,  You have been around the world.  So why not start exploring your neighbor country Mexico.  So I wrote the poem and that same night booked a trip to Mexico City.  

Why Mexico City?  If you want to explore Mexico, you have to start with the capital.  First, it's in the center of the country.  Not just physically centered, it is the beginning point for all history, culture, food, art and language.  All the important things about what makes Mexico unique.  Mexico City is rich with museums, teaching us what the country is all about.  And, of course, Mexicans.  I have always believed that if you want to know a country, you have to begin with its people.  Which brings me to the second point - language.  I have studied Spanish ever since I first fell in-love with a Mexican girl back in my 20's (do the math).  And although I have lapsed in my studies for decades, it is time to bring it back into my vernacular.  Lastly, I need a break from my routine.  Leaving my dogs is one of the hardest things I had to do.  But so much of my adult life has centered around taking care of somebody else, before I die, I would like to spend time by myself.  Although one could argue that it is Lexi and Stella that care for me, emotionally at least.  

So here I go, off to Mexico City for a week.  Arrange for a sitter, book a flight, get a little condo, and pack.  Eaasy Peasey.

Bon Voyage

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