I thought I’d be posting up a storm the last week, but Paul and I are both living under the motto “live in the moment,” and which I can’t do while I’m blogging or taking pictures. Well, at times I allowed picture-taking to be part of the moment. I spent no more than five seconds lining up any given shot. A compromise.
Blogging was a little tougher with an iPad app than I thought. I can’t seem to find a way to hold posts in draft mode, and editing photos is a bear and I prefer to crop and color-correct my images.
Now I’m back home, however, and I’m still settling in. The entire nine days in Mérida was heaven. The weather held out, with only two cloud bursts, and reasonable temperatures that were actually cooler than home. I’m always pace-walking on trips, which annoys Paul no end, but that means I usually lose five pounds on vacations, even in Italy or France. Being active is good for my knees, which are stiffening, and my digestion, which is getting more problematic with time. My angina reappeared on the ride home from the airport, a moment which capped off a day sitting and waiting in lines. This is why I hate that antacid commercial in which a man blames Mexican food for his ailments. The food is wonderful, but portion control and some level of activity can help immensely, or at least it does with me. I sleep very well in Mérida, and have yet to have a bad nights sleep there.
In the two nights I’ve been home, I have slept fitfully. Readjusting to Connecticut is a little tough. While I was away, my boss was transferred to another office, and I’ll be forced to break in my fourth boss in seven years at this place. This boss was popular, and the office is stunned. When I learned the news, the Mérida project (as I call it) was validated even more. I’ve always wanted to work for myself, but getting off the paycheck is tough when your cost of living in high. Mérida offers me my best chance yet to finally be an entrepreneur.