stories from the road...

david and i went into old villarta for a few hours of adventure. it was beautiful and very mexican. we wandered, we bartered, we ate gelato. when the time came to return to the grand mayan resort, we hailed a taxi and hopped in. the small streets were active and full of people. the cabbie manuvered easily, multi-tasking as he shuffled thru his playlist. david and i sat closely in the backseat, my arm propped against the door to brace me from flopping side to side. it was hot, but the open windows blew in a gentle breeze. we drove thru the roughest parts of the city with "bad boys" blaring thru the speakers. "bad boys, bad boys, whatcha gonna do. whatcha gonna do when they come for you". palm trees, derelict houses, moutains, yellow taxi, warm body next to me. i was fully immersed in that moment. the sights, sounds, smells. it made me smile from deep inside. no place i'd rather be.