Another week is coming to a close. I’m looking forward to a party tonight where the food will be fresh lobster. Doesn’t that sound good? Fresh grilled lobster? I’ve never heard of a lobster party before, but hey, I’m all for it. The price is pretty right too – Free. I think it will be a good end to a week that I’d mostly like to forget. As I’ve heard in a movie once – every passing minute is another chance to turn it all around. I’d like that to be today.
As you might have guessed things having been going well at all. But as bad as they are, I’m attempting to remain positive and not have a complete meltdown. One friend who knows my situtation said he would have lost his mind a long time ago. I think I’ve gone beyond losing my mind and it’s to the point where it’s ridiculous. I can’t blame anyone but myself for thinking I could pull off what I attempted to do. While there might still be a sliver of hope, it’s just that, a sliver.
Closing my eyes while this song plays is transporting me to another place. Much like how one would want to disappear to margaritaville, instead of sandy beaches though I’m imagining an intense horseback ride through the Mexican wilderness. That suddenly reminded me of All The Pretty Horses. There’s a movie that is fun to watch for the landscapes. The story isn’t bad either.
I’ve an excursion in the heart of Mexico. Not like the one in that movie, but an adventure none-the-less. I went to Oaxaca for Christmas one year with my mom and sister, a friend of my mom and her daughter. The lone male. My mom really wanted to see the radish festival. The trip began in Mexico city where we rented a car and proceeded to drive to many parts of the country. Taxco, Puerto Escondito, Guadalajara, even Acapulco (an American eyesore in Mexico), along with lots of little towns and villas that I don’t remember the names of.
My sister became my best friend during that trip. She had spent a good 6 months in Mexico during University and learned to speak spanish quite well. Despite living in Los Angeles, I still can’t understand it very well, let alone not able to speak it. At one point outside of Acapulco, we were following a map that was supposed to take us back to the highway to get to Puerto Escondito. A wrong turn or mislabeling put us in a tiny village. My sister asked for directions and we went on. The road was dirt, and began to look as though it was in a jungle.
Eventually we ended up at a gate to a meadow. My sister and I looked at each other and determined we needed to go through the field and that on the other side was the highway we were looking for. Mom was not happy at this point. She did not want to go through the field and demanded that we turn the car around. Are other passengers were along for the ride and really didn’t care one way or the other. Not wanting to have my mom in hysterics, I turned the car around. We drove all the back to Acapulco and found another route to the highway. Every so often around the distance of our meadow travel we could see a meadow off to the side and we’d say, there’s the meadow. We could have saved hours just crossing it.
That’s only a taste of the adventure I had there. There was lots more, but I’ll have to save them for other posts. In the meantime, take your own adventure with Vincent. Close your eyes and see where Arabesque takes you, then thank him for it and buy the song. But check out the whole CD to see if you like it all.