This morning I landed in San Cristobal de las Casas via overnight bus, aided by doses of ginger drops as an antedote to the winding mountain road for much of the trip. We showed up at Posada Ganesh which was not accurately described in Lonely Planet and decided not to stay.
A friend turned me on to this blog The Improvised Life. It’s a daily missive about ways to create, explore, think outside the box, to push beyond one’s comfort zone. After college I went right to work, raised a family, started then closed a business, and launched a many-year career working in universities. I never back-packed in Europe or India like my friends did after college. I did what my parents expected of me: go to work, be responsible, live sensibly.
Today, I am sitting in a very clean, friendly, warmback-packers hostel in San Cristobal de las Casas — Casa del Abuelito — surrounded by 20-30-40 something’s who are exploring Mexico and Central America, traveling by bus, off to places north and south, originating from Australia, Canada, the U.S. and Argentina. I regard them with admiration and respect.
This is a mirocosm. We live in a smaller world, and I now get to try out what it feels like to find a place to sleep without a reservation, stay a little longer if I want to, and not have a plan. Today I will wander and see what else I will discover.