We travel for a lot of reasons.
We travel for work. We travel to relax. We travel for adventure.
To learn. To grow. To escape.
And sometimes, we travel just so that we can sit and have a beer in Mexico with people who are important to us.
Once a year, I visit La Ventana, Mexico to hang out with my friend Peter, whom I met four years ago while trekking the Camino De Santiago in Spain, and his lovely wife Susan.
It’s always such a joy to be down here, in a place that feels like a home away from home, with people who feel like family.
La Ventana is famous for being a kitesurfing Mecca, and as a non kiting Chicagoan, I often get asked why I’m here. (Politely of course, because everyone down here is so kind and cool as fuck.)
Well #1 is of course to visit my loved ones. (Unofficially, #2 is to ogle kite surfers since they’re all smokin’ hot and usually half naked.)
But one of the things I love most about being here is that it’s an exercise in being human.
Okay, okay, hear me out (and no I haven’t been drinking. Well, maybe. But just a Pacifico, and that’s basically bubbly water.)
Life is just “go with the flow” here. And I am not usually a “go with the flow” kind of gal. I must direct the flow.
I am the captain of the flow, in command at all times; a high functioning humanoid, who plans and optimizes every minute of every day.
But here, I kind of just…chill out. Like I imagine normal people do.
(Or people with good xanax prescriptions or expensive therapists. But I fired mine for asking too many personal questions, so I have to make do with a passport and credit card instead. Which, I might argue, is all you really need in life.)
When I’m here, I drink cappuccinos (slowly!) and watch the sunrise. I do yoga. I lay out on the beach. I watch the kites. I nap. I visit with people. I eat tacos and drink beer (and I don’t even like beer.)
I don’t feel the need to be doing something purposeful at all times. I can just…be.
In fact, right now I’m laying on the outdoor couch at Peter and Susan’s gorgeous home and I’m so relaxed that I don’t even feel the need to end this post in some clever or insightful way.
I’m going to nap now.