Here’s another picture of Long Island Sound, obviously a little more recent than the one in the previous post. Since Monday, my house has been in darkness, but at least none of the trees that fell landed on us, our house, or our car.
The storm is gone, but that’s not why I’m smiling this morning. I’m smiling because I just booked our January jaunt to Mérida. We’ll be there 16 days, and it’s possible construction will have started on Casa Nana by then. The high I always get after booking myself a flight tends to last at least a day or two.
We considered saving a little money by booking on the Cancun route, which we’ve done once before. But Paul and I both found the bus trip tedious. The seats were awkward, the other passengers were annoying (too much nooky in the seat behind me) and my TV screen didn’t work. I know we’re in the minority here.
So it’s back to the LaGuardia-Houston-Mérida route. It’s a 12-hour affair, but we’re never uncomfortable. We have access to the United lounge, and this time we worked in long layovers each way, allowing for anything unforeseen. I also splurged on extra-legroom seats, and finally learned to book us both aisle seats (opposite to each other, of course) so one of us (me) isn’t stuck in the middle seat.
Comfort doesn’t make me more patient, however. After 12 hours, waiting in line at Mérida Immigration is too much to bear. I know that the city is right outside the walls, and I’m being held at bay. And then the luggage check, and then the X-ray, and then the thing where we push a button to see if we’ll be selected for the random luggage search. It’s all too much. The automatic doors that let you out of the airport feel like a ribbon stretched across a finish line.
In that luggage I mentioned will be a few copies of Our Yucatan, which I published in partnership with the Merida Writers’ Group. I’ll also be able to attend the Mérida English Library’s Expo of Books & Blogs & Writers’ Services. So I can finally introduce my Hamaca Press concept in person. By the time I finally have my house in Mérida, I want to have a shelf full of books published Hamaca Press.