Yes, I’m Going to Mexico

I found this great quote this morning:

“But that’s the glory of foreign travel, as far as I am concerned. I don’t want to know what people are talking about. I can’t think of anything that excites a greater sense of childlike wonder than to be in a country where you are ignorant of almost everything. Suddenly you are five years old again. You can’t read anything, you have only the most rudimentary sense of how things work, you can’t even reliably cross a street without endangering your life. Your whole existence becomes a series of interesting guesses.”
― Bill Bryson, Neither Here Nor There: Travels in Europe

It’s a great quote, not because it expresses how I feel about travel, but because it casually highlights the things that scare me.

First of all, I have no desire to be five again.  None.

Yes, I know, sense of wonder, beginner’s mind, all that.  But hey, have you noticed that we do NOT let five-year-olds take trips by themselves?

That’s because they can’t read, don’t understand how things work, and can’t even reliably cross the street alone.

Despite knowing better, on Thursday, I will get on a plane and land three times ~ once in Dallas, no problem, couple of hours layover.  Once in Houston, still no problem, 8 hour layover is a little excessive, but apparently unavoidable.   But then ~

Omigod ~

~ then, all tired and frumpy from hanging out in airports,  I’ll get on a plane that lands in Oaxaca City, Mexico.

Don’t misunderstand me.  I can do this.  Of course I can do this.

I’m not really a five-year-old.

Ok, I don’t speak Spanish, but that’s not a big deal.  I’ve got a few days to master key phrases.  Isn’t there an app I can download?

I’ll have hotel reservations, a shuttle to get there, and Conan and a friend picking me up in the morning.  All will be well.

The grown-up in me knows that I can manage this just fine.  It is the five-year-old who’s kicking and screaming, “NO!  I don’t wanna go!!”

I didn’t much like being five back when I was a kid.  Like Wendy, in Peter Pan, I “…was one of the kind that likes to grow up. In the end she grew up of her own free will a day quicker than the other girls.”

So I have no desire to feel like a five year old again.

On the other hand, I think this second phase of life is when we get to revisit all those issues still unresolved from our early years.  In that case, maybe I’ll like being a five year better the second time around.

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Posted on August 6, 2012, in Mexico travel and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. Oh, I love love love Bill Bryson! And although you’ll be *like* a 5-year old, you have a few things going for you that a kiddo doesn’t…1. You’re a smart, capable woman 2. You have the ability to logic and reason. . . so you should be okay crossing the street (just don’t drink the water…INCLUDING ice cubes in drinks…) 3. This will be an adventure to remember…and you’ll adapt quickly. The first day is the worst.

    We went to Puerto Rico when my eldest was…11? Instead of staying in a resort community, we stayed with friends in a little village on the far side of the island in the mountains. The driving was…horrendous…all these twisty turny narrow roads…I was exhausted from the travel, it was getting dark, and it was SO hot after leaving New England in January…we were all kind of wilting.

    And when we got to Jorge’s home? There was a street festival going strong at 9 p.m. We’d been traveling since 5 or 6 a.m….that’s one of the memories that is lodged in my head…how freaking tired I was…but from then on? Things got better and brighter…and it was a wonderful time.

    That 8-hour layover. Oh wow. That is sucky. ONe of the women I work with …her daughter came home from Denver via Texas…and also had an 8-hour layover…what’s up with Texas? (everything is bigger there, even the layovers??)

    You’ll have a goooood time. I know it. And you can bring back one of those goofy hats for Dee..!


  2. Hey, Blue sky woman,

    {And I still read your name as Blues Ky Woman about half the time…}

    Yes. I will have a good time, and i know it. It just doesn’t feel like it right now. i know it will be wonderful and I’ll love it and I’ll be excited about going back.

    And yes, for sure I can bring Dee one of those funny hats. Since I’m taking two big suitcases, stuffed to the seams, for Julia and Conan, I don’t imagine they’ll be anywhere near full on the way home. I could probably bring him 5 hats, a bullwhip and ~ I don’t know ~ a statue of the Virgin of Juquila. (My cousin got a bullwhip on our visit to Mexico when he was 15. I have no idea why, except he thought it was cool.)

    So yes, you’re right. 🙂 Thanks for the support!!


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