It’s been quiet here for a while! That’s not likely to change in the near future, as our lives are in a more… stationary stage for the time being. We’re enjoying our time with our remaining dog in sunny Mexico, working hard to build our business and thinking about the future when we’re once again footloose and fancy-free. In any case, this post corresponds to a big milestone for us, and therefore merits (in my mind) some sort of marker, as much for ourselves as the blog.
Let me tell you about a dog named Emmy Lou.
Here in Mexico some say you die three deaths. The first is when your body stops working. The second is when you are returned to the earth. The third, and most definitive, is when there is no one left alive to remember you.
So I write this with the hope that Emmy Lou will make her way into the memory of a few more people, since she died her first death August 29, 2016 at 7:52 a.m. and died her second death later that same day. I desperately, and likely foolishly, hope she never meets her third.
From surprise reciprocity fees to our bank card being blocked to incorrect directions to our hostel, our first day traveling in Colombia (after 6 months of easy living in Playa del Carmen, Mexico) was a trial-by-fire that put our dusty backpacking skills to the test!
After three and a half years of running this site (wow!) we decided it was time for an update. In truth, we decided it was time for an update about a year ago, but between travel and work things sort of… fell through the cracks.
I’ve always considered myself a fairly independent person. Moreover, as an unabashed introvert, the prospect of spending a lot of time on my own is kind of thrilling rather than unnerving. And yet, as I think back, I realize that apart from a few conferences I attended back in grad school and one day in New York City when Tony himself was attending a conference, I’ve never done the solo travel thing.
For most people, heading to the beach when you’re in Mexico is a no brainer. But for us, our recent decision to make the long trek down to the sandy tourist town of Playa del Carmen was definitely a gamble.
Three years ago today, Tony & I stepped onto a plane in LA and disembarked many hours later in Tokyo, Japan. It’s safe to say that things haven’t been the same since.
I almost titled this post “Is Morelia the Most Beautiful City in Mexico That Nobody Visits?”, but then I decided that there wasn’t any point in pretending this was a topic that was up for debate because the answer is so obviously yes.
If there is one certainty in life, it’s that drinking and driving don’t mix. And yet, when in Mexico—especially when tequila country is practically on your door step—all the rules seem to go out the window…
We arrived in Tlaquepaque excited for vibrant food scene, preferably one with more than just meat wrapped in corn tortillas on offer. After a month in La Peñita, we were pretty burnt out on tacos and the limited flavor profiles we had experienced thus far and were ready to mix things up.
Guadalajara is the birthplace of mariachi music, tequila, and several other quintessential pieces of Mexican culture. So why don’t more people visit?
Despite appearances, Tony & I are not actually one of those couples in their 30s who have managed to retire and gallivant about the globe. When we first set out on our RTW, our trip was funded by years of savings, and we always knew there would come a day when we had to return to the world of the gainfully employed. Happily for us, our graphic and web design and online marketing business has meant that although we must still work to support ourselves, we can do so from the road rather than rejoining the rat race.
There’s an old piece of advice about getting big things done that asks you, “How do you eat an elephant?” The answer: One bite at a time. In a similar way, if you ask us, “How have you made it through three months in Mexico?” you’ll find the answer is pretty much the same: One day at time.
Have you ever arrived somewhere and immediately wanted to leave?
That was pretty much Sedona, Arizona in a nutshell for us.
I’ve always been one of those people for whom the anticipation of things is something I enjoy nearly as much as the object or activity in question. I love planning and I love dreaming, and for me, by drawing out the build up to something good, I’m able to extend the joy of the experience. […]