Thursday, January 5, 2012

Where Are My Chiliquiles?

Re-entry is hard. That's just all there is to it.

Hard.

Real hard.

9 comments:

  1. Dearest Mary, Welcome home my love. What an amazing journey. Thank you for putting us all in your pocket. I can't wait to see you and hug you and kiss you. If I could, I'd do all your laundry and make you a Fla. cracker style Mexican homecoming dinner with large umbrella drinks. Meanwhile, sending all my love to you and Mr. Moon. Lizzie xo xo

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  2. Give it a week or so. And then you'll only be in mourning.

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  3. I hear you. Full frontal reality sucks.
    But when it comes to my bed, there's no place like home, so it eases my pain. Hope your bed makes reentry bearable too. Welcome back, and thanks again for sharing your trip with us.

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  4. I'll do a tequila shot with you if it helps.

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  5. when all else fails, post pictures. owen with his new haircut. more of you with your smooth earrings. the turquoise sea. hang in there, maria luna. some part of you is still in cozumel. take it slow. love.

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  6. Sigh. I totally know that. So hard to hit the ground running.

    I'm sorry.

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  7. Magnum- More than you could know. Bring me a bottle.

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  8. I love the unworldliness of the geographic cure. And then, boom, I'm transported back to the workaday stuff. It used to be the job, reports, time sheets, evaluations, and other BS. Now I do the geographic cure every weekend on the boat. But still, if I had gone to Mexico on a long voyage, I would find it hard to re-enter the world again. Maybe that is why Bernard Moitessier decided that he would not stop on his around the world solo voyage and just kept going half way again to Tahiti where he grew vegetables and smoked pot all day. Gotta dig that escape.

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