Mar 16, 2009 15:15
I just got back from a week-long trip to Mexico. My mom, dad and I traveled across the Yucatan peninsula in a crappy Nissan sedan and just got lost. It was really invigorating to go somewhere where you barely speak the language and have no idea what's going to happen next. I detest the resort culture that Cancun has spawned and instead prefer the idea of traveling and exploring on my own terms. (And those of my family of course.)
I went to Chichen-Itza and it was incredible. I touched carvings made by Mayans hundreds of years ago and felt the energy from the huge monuments and temples. I passed a wall covered in over 1,000 carvings of human skulls where warriors would show off the heads of enemies. It was overwhelming and I feel lucky to have experienced it.
Now that I'm back in the U.S. things seem less significant, which is good for me. I needed for that to happen. Having a tendency to obsess over details and options and feelings, a sojourn from daily routine was refreshing and just plain renewing.
The weather here couldn't be anymore different from that of Mexico. Cold rain and wind compared to calm, ninety-degrees, sunny.
Following such a gorgeous experience, why am I still in such a dark hole mentally? I hate this.
I have to study for two tests now, and do laundry. Uaghfgh.