Vivir La Vida

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For the umpteenth time, I walked Avenida Tulum back to the hotel, after spend­ing five excru­ci­at­ing min­utes hes­i­tat­ing between a flan or a natilla at the con­ve­nience store, what­ever the lat­ter is. I chose natilla. Can’t go wrong with some­thing you don’t know.

On my way back, I slowed down pass­ing a bar play­ing live music. The band was four or five black guys with trum­pets and sax­o­phones. The music was extremely loud and catchy.

There were more peo­ple out­side, on the street, drink­ing and smok­ing, than danc­ing, but a cou­ple was hav­ing the time of their life. She was maybe five-foot tall, 170 pounds. Her heels were too high, her black leg­gings to tight and her red shirt barely cov­ered her breasts. He was about her height, dressed in black from head to toes and he wore these pointy boots Mex­i­can men seem to love.

And they were danc­ing, totally obliv­i­ous to the crowd watch­ing them. I had never seen a woman so sexy, so con­fi­dent. Her body moved per­fectly to the music. She was express­ing her­self so beau­ti­fully that I wanted to cry.

I admire any­one who can dance—I can’t. And I admire any­one who is enjoy­ing the moment with passion.

This is life.

In Val­ladolid, where we spent the night after Chichen Itza, we stum­bled upon a huge mass being held out­side the Con­vent de San Bernardino de Siena. The crowd was chant­ing, danc­ing, chat­ting and… yes, eat­ing! There was a bunch of street food stalls sell­ing pop corn, mar­quise­tas (local crêpes) and other dul­ces and peo­ple were hav­ing the time of their life wor­ship­ing and socializing.

Mark loved it too. He was danc­ing to… yep, the Eucharis­tic liturgy.

This is life.

I feel alive here.

Sure, it’s nice to live in a coun­try were peo­ple queue prop­erly, are polite and con­sid­er­ate of oth­ers, where laws are being enforced and where secu­rity is para­mount. It’s nice that peo­ple are care­ful not to bother each other, to respect per­sonal space, per­sonal opin­ions, per­sonal prop­erty. Where there is no smok­ing, no drink­ing, no par­ty­ing out­side, no loi­ter­ing, where the streets are clean and the peo­ple dressed appro­pri­ately for a 9-to-5 job. Where peo­ple care about their health, want to achieve mea­sur­able goals, save money, are respon­si­ble and care about their future.

But it’s not fun.

I feel anes­thetized in Canada. And it’s not just the cold.

I like chaos, I like the unpre­dictable and I like spon­tane­ity. I like social­iz­ing and hav­ing loud argu­ments and yes, I enjoy swim­ming naked if I feel like it, hav­ing a smoke with my cof­fee, let­ting my son run wild in the street and screw what­ever trendy edu­ca­tion prin­ci­ple. I’m an hedo­nist at heart. My French side, probably.

Life is more fun when it’s not perfect.

Screw what I should do. I need to recon­nect with what I love instead of try­ing to fit in.

Life is a blank can­vas. I will try to cre­ate some­thing good instead of colour­ing within the lines.

Do I sound like a rebel teen? Meh. Who cares.

We are mak­ing our way back to the coast and fly­ing to Canada soon. I need time to think.

You can see the full set of Estación Méx­ico on Flickr.

Mass in Valladolid

Mass in Valladolid

Mass in Valladolid

Mass in Valladolid

Mass in Valladolid

Mass in Valladolid

Mass in Valladolid

Mass in Valladolid

Mass in Valladolid

Mass in Valladolid

Junction of Tulum Pueblo y Playa

Junc­tion of Tulum Pueblo y Playa

Job Board in Tulum

Job Board in Tulum

Subway in Tulum

Sub­way in Tulum

Tulum

Tulum

Tulum Playa

Tulum Playa

Tulum Playa

Tulum Playa

Tulum Playa

Tulum Playa

Tulum Plaza

Tulum Plaza

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French woman in English Canada. World citizen, new mom, traveler, translator, writer and photographer. Looking for comrades to start a new revolution.

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  2. Hi Zhu

    I came to Canada from a sort of fun but messy place, Israel.
    I can tell you it is great to be there on vaca­tion.
    But to build a life you can’t do bet­ter than live in Canada.
    For you every­day life it is good place. You know that you can depend on it.
    You can also have eas­ily a break moment, go to you Yoga or what­ever.
    And when you feel like par­ty­ing you take some time off and head to the clos­est air­port.
    I can tell you from my expe­ri­ence that liv­ing and work­ing in those fun places is really not fun at all. The prob­lems really get old fast. What is nice and curi­ous at one time really is iffi the other.

    Be happy that you have a great coun­try to call home, many peo­ple all over the world would really love to be in your position.

    I like the laid back life in Canada where it is really easy to get a work life bal­ance that is just right.
    You know that mex­ico is the coun­try with the worst work-life bal­ance in the world?

    • Israel is a fas­ci­nat­ing place. Never been there but I met many Israeli when traveling.

      I think I under­stand what you mean. It’s a great coun­try but I’m guess­ing life isn’t always easy.

      Thank you for shar­ing your per­spec­tive! It helps.

      How long have you been in Canada for? What brought you here?

      • Hi Zhu

        I’ve been here for a year and a half.
        I came to Canada because I wanted to live in a move nor­mal place.
        A place I can be sure my kids can have a great future for them, be safe and have fun.
        It is not per­fect here, but it is a great place to call home, and travel from when you want to.

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