I left you all with a strange introspection last post. Today I'm in a much different place...literally. Yesterday I spent all day laying on a chaise on our balcony over looking the turquoise ocean, steps from our spacious, elegant Villa. Giant potted plants bloomed fuchsia next to me and my husband swung in a hammock to my side, a happy half smile resting on his lips. I felt relaxed and happy. "Happy", I don't know when I last felt happy. The chilled glass of white wine was sweating in my hand while my daughter leaned her waif like body against the railing, entranced by the papaya orange sunset, her chestnut hair sweeping sleepily around her eyes, eyes that finally reflect peace. Every day is shades of this and I really never want to leave this place.
All of our experiences have been incredible from day one in Mexico; oddly it feels like the beautiful tour of hotels this trip. But this place... with the excellent beach, 80 degree water and sandy bottom, the lullaby waves and warm, humid air's embrace, is so much of what I have been needing, it is intoxicating. Or maybe that's the wine. Another of the charms we have discovered is the outstanding wine industry that seems to have boomed since our last trip to central Mexico some 6 years ago.
I am lost in the days this trip, not knowing what the date is or what is happening back at home. I have never gone on vacation and left so much of my work at home, and I have to say, it feels amazing! Is this how other people have been travelling?!? I'm usually hurrying back from a tour of the city or play time in the water to answer emails, choreograph events, manage distribution and all the paperwork that goes along with running a winery. Often Jesse and our daughter are forced out exploring so they can "get out of my hair" and I can furiously work, a madwoman chaotically flipping through files and banging away on the keyboard just so I can get some R&R in for part of the day. But this trip, this is like the agave honey I add to my Mezcal, rich and smooth, a silky flow of sweetness that erases all the bitterness and bite from your life.
The professionals, both my doctors and my daughter's therapist, encouraged the taking of this trip. A necessary application of travel to sooth deeply troubled parts of our lives. My RA specialist teared up as we spoke in her office discussing a plan for treatment balancing the need for this trip. Her heartfelt connection and understanding has forever bonded me to her and I reflect on just how lucky I have been to have had so many amazing doctors in my life. She also recommended a daily dose of tequila, like I said, I love this woman. We had hoped we were making the right decision, traveling during covid times seeming needlessly dangerous, but as the days tick away and we settle into the decadent, simple life of Mexico's getaway destinations, it feels more than right, it feels bone deep necessary.
I have stories to tell of the sites, sounds and tastes of Oaxaca City, magical explorations and culinary treats. I have stories of trying to escape the evolving pain of RA and its strange deterioration of my joints, but those all need to wait for another day. Today, all I can do is raise my wide brimmed hat from my eyes to watch giant turtles play, read the book that has been calling me for 6 months and sip my wine, because as we all know, before you can do anything, you need to Wine First.
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