It’s hard to believe that it is already my last night here. My
body has just reached the I’m on vacation
setting, and now it’s over. My Spanish needs another week to get into top form –
I understand almost everything, but the responding part is a little on the slow
side. I find myself halting mid-sentence a little too often for my liking. Not
that anyone in Mexico ever cares if I trip over words or blurt something out in
a completely different language. The first few days I was here, I found myself
mentally constructing a sentence I would need starting with “I”. I ran through eu, toi, ani, before I finally got to yo. The brain is a funny thing; it
searches for a different language and grabs whatever is available, be it
Portuguese, Vietnamese, or Hebrew. I am sure words in all those languages have
entered into my conversations here.
I was hoping to get a lot of writing done seeing as how I
have a book and a novella in the works, but that didn’t happen. However, I know
I will be returning to California with a relaxed mind and body, ready to jump
on those projects.
I didn’t take all the beach walks that are my norm, or get
back to the Vallarta Botanical Gardens, or go see how Elizabeth Taylor’s house
is doing after I heard it had been renovated. And that’s ok. I did walk a lot, said
hello to shopkeepers I had met four years ago, and even ran into a cat I had
met last time I was here. (He lives in one of those shops.)
A highlight of this trip was getting two adjustments by the
best chiropractor I have ever known. Dr. Lenny Sugerman is so much more than just a chiro. He is thorough and gentle, and
takes as much time as needed to evaluate, and then work on your body. It’s
depressing to know that I have not been able to find someone even close to his
ability in my area. It’s not like I can fly to Puerto Vallarta every month or
so for an adjustment.
Another fantastic outcome of my short visit was all those
close encounters with the iguanas. One was right on the outside ledge of my
window the other day. As I mentioned previously, their eyes are so human that I just know they can understand me. And when I
try to talk to them, I swear they can understand me – that is until I realize I
am most likely scaring the crap out of the poor guys, and I back away.
Right now I’m trying to get my body to memorize what it
feels like to feel warm like a lizard in hopes that I might be able to recreate
the feeling when I get back into the cold fog that awaits me tomorrow night.
