A Year In Playa
|February 8, 2013||Filed under Mexico|After a teary goodbye to Tyrhone’s family yesterday, we boarded the plane to Cancun, almost unable to believe that we were actually going…home.
Not long after my arrival in London, we booked a cheap flight back to Mexico. We had debated over Spain, France and some other European destinations as our next port of call, but in our hearts we knew where we really wanted to be, back in ‘Playa’, the home-away-from-home we discovered five months (almost to the day) ago.
During the ten-hour direct flight from London, I thumbed through a battered copy of Peter Mayle’s ‘A Year in Provence’ that I’d rescued from Tyrhone’s Mum’s neighbours’ recycling bin a few days before (I know, who throws out BOOKS, let alone classic travel literature?). Reading about life in Rural France en-route to central America (as you do), I began to get very excited about our next adventure – living in Mexico for a year.
It is kind of daunting having so much time in one place stretching out before us. There is so much we want to do, so many ideas to be explored and projects to be begun.
It is supremely exciting, but a little intimidating. I’ve banged on for a while now about wanting to write a book, learn Spanish, develop a steady yoga and meditation practice and get an article published in a magazine, “you know, when I get time.”
Tyrhone’s been dying to get back in the gym and get into shape, to learn the guitar and start a variety of creative projects that have been bouncing around in his overactive brain.
And now we can. There is nothing standing in our way but ourselves, our questionable self-discipline and the distracting evils of reality television.
You probably realise by now that my default setting in life is FEAR when it comes to new things (I mean, I’m not afraid of things I’ve already done, that would be weird). Now I have the time to do the things in life I’ve always wanted to do; to challenge myself creatively and develop spiritually, and I tell you, it’s much easier saying “I’m gonna” do something than actually bloody doing it!
It definitely feels like the beginning of a new chapter. We may be returning to a familiar place (we’ll be moving into our old apartment in just over a week); to our ‘happy place’ of Playa del Carmen, but the adventure now lies in what we can create with our time, our skills and all the dreams we have not yet had the time or space to follow, until now.
It’s going to be an interesting year, as long as I can keep my fear and self-doubt at bay and my love/hate relationship with the Kardashian sisters under control.
Travel Tip: We flew from Gatwick to Cancun direct with Thomas Cook, who I can attest have actual planes (I’d never heard of them before and was a little worried), and rather comfy ones at that, considering they are a budget airline. Whilst this is in no way a paid plug (though I wish it was!), and though I must assure you that they will charge you for everything except breathing, I was very impressed with their leg-room and service. And as an ex-trolley dolly, I notice these things…