It’s now 10:00 pm, and early tomorrow morning I get on a plane for Mexico. Here are a few random thoughts before I become Steve, World Traveller:
I think I’m ready. The past few weeks have been very busy, but in a low-key kind of way. There’s been a surprisingly large amount of stuff to do, but lots of time in which to do it. Given that I’m new to this whole world-travel thing, I don’t think I tackled my to-do list in the most efficient way. Most of it is done, some of it is postponed until my return in December, and some of it will probably never see completion. Nonetheless, I’m pretty sure I’ve got all the important stuff down. Once again, so much of my attention has been focused on the here-and-now practicality of settling my affairs that my mind hasn’t had much of a chance to wander to the road ahead.
Despite being a rather staunch pragmatist, there’s still room in my personal philosophy for a bit of superstition. So, I took it as a great omen that last week, as I drove away from my apartment in Seattle, on my way to Kate’s parent’s house, National Public Radio’s The Splendid Table chose to do a feature on Mexican cuisine. My mind wandered as my tastebuds danced to dreams of mole sauces and spicy stews. Is it a bad omen that they chose to air that particular episode during a pledge drive?
Here’s what lies ahead: I’ve got a comfortable bed waiting for me tomorrow night in Mexico City, and a hotel reservation in Oaxaca with my good friend Ana for a few nights. Beyond that, the road is open. I’m eagerly anticipating the excitement (and fear) of getting on a random bus to an unknown town with a neat-sounding name; the thrill of standing on a wave; the joy of trying one delicious mole sauce after another. But mostly I have no idea what I’m about to experience, and that’s the whole reason I’m going in the first place.