For over three years, we have kept up a steady schedule of flying into Mérida every three months. If we were still keeping pace, we’d be flying there now, which may explain why I’m feeling a little distracted these days. A voice in my head asks, shouldn’t we be going somewhere? No, we shouldn’t be. We need to take a chill pill.
It’s going to be quite a while before we’re there, and we could go crazy with anticipation, so all our chatter is turning into a form of torture. So about two weeks ago, we resolved to go cold turkey with all this talk. To stop thinking, and talking, about Mérida. The next morning, before work, there was a small detail about Casa Nana that I was about to share with Paul. But I decided [Read more…]