Once again, that letdown. I'm back in Seattle, after an incredible trip, wanting to be back where I was twenty-four hours ago. Of course, there will be next times, many of them. As I left one wonderful place after another, I lamented the parting, consoling myself with, "Next time." It is part promise, to the place, that I will return and uncover more. It is part promise to myself, that I can find this feeling again. The sentimentality, so soon forgotten. I'm not sure if I have time in my life, were I to travel until the end, to experience everything I want to see, and return to the places to which I have whispered this promise. During each step of the return journey (bus to Puerto Vallarta, airport, boarding plane), Jamie and I looked at each other, daring the other to make the choice not to return home so soon. At a different juncture, I would not have returned so easily. Alas, here I am. How responsible.
I am left with daydreams of overnight buses to Mexico City, mole in Oaxaca, Mayan ruins in the Yucatan, arches on the Baja Peninsula. Next time.
Food, friends, fun in DC
11 years ago
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