Zz-zz-zz-zz-zz-zz

Sleeping: that’s what I don’t always do so well. I fall asleep just fine, but after 3 hours or so, its touch and go. I often wake up and then, I have trouble going back to sleep.

I have tried most of the usual healthy aids: a glass of warm milk, light exercise, meditation, a relaxing bath, wearing socks to bed … I have also tried every sleep medication on the market. All have the same not-so-effective result: I wake up before I’ve had enough shut-eye.

A nice strong drink or “dot-dot-dot” will ease me into Dreamland, but as I’ve said, getting to sleep isn’t the issue – staying asleep is.

Counting sheep, visualization, biofeedback… none of that has worked… I even tried hypnosis. ¡Nada!

So, OK… what do I do once I’ve woken up, and I’ve realized that returning to sleep mode isn’t happening?

Sometimes I get up. Sometimes I stay in bed and listen to an audio book or music; I don’t usually check my email, I don’t work on my book or other writing projects. I try not to strain my eyes.

But once the ear buds start to feel irritating, I sometimes draw or I blog – like I’m doing now.

It’s 03:21 and I’m going to go brew some of that “Sleepy Time” herbal tea… whatever!

The Little Gypsy

I cleaned out my bookcase today, and found a book that I thought to be lost; actually it had simply slipped down behind some of the bigger tomes up front.

The missing volume that I happily repatriated to the “México” section was “Perregrina,” Alma Reed’s account of her years in México and her love affair with the governor of Yucatán in the 1920s. I discovered “Perregrina” hiding underneath a big coffee table book, “Italian Painting.” If I didn’t know that books cannot teleport, I would suspect that Alma had decided to take a little holiday and placed herself there. Or maybe she had an argument with her shelf-mate Frida Kahlo?

In Yucatán, Ms. Reed is considered to be one of the classic femmes fatales. Governor Felipe Carillo Puerto, by most accounts, had been on his way to an assignation with her when he was ambushed and killed by political rivals. The story of Alma and Felipe can hold its own next to the country’s other mythical romances like: Frida and Diego, La Malinche and Cortez, and Carlota and Maximiliano.

Mexico’s history is peppered with women like Alma. Whether they were born in the country, or arrived as young women looking for adventure, they created a genre all their own. Passion was the warp thread, and bravery, the weft that wove their life tapestries. What made them this way?

I believe the culprit to have been the little gypsy – that quiet but insistent voice we all have inside… the one that challenges us to be more than we are. The little gypsy tells us we should paint, act on stage, or write books or learn to Tango. She doesn’t insist, but if we don’t pay her heed, she makes us feel dissatisfied with ourselves.

When we listen to her, she opens up our hearts and souls, and gives us the unique experiences that we forever after repeat, relive and relish.  For the rest of our lives, we are changed.

And the little gypsy loves México. Here, where its warm, where music swirls all around, where bold color is the only kind of color and sensuous textures surround us… she whispers and waits for us to listen and let her out.

Photos: My thanks to Google Images…

Retirement

 

Although Jorge and I are supposed to have been retired for two years now, it wasn’t really happening until this week. We still went to school a lot and always seemed too busy to kick back.

But the New Year has brought in a new order to things.

I guess that retiring from a company or a government job is more cut and dried: You leave on a certain date, get a last paycheck, maybe a gold watch? And then that’s it.

When you own a business it is quite different – it is staged. You say you’re retired, you still feel attached though, and unless you buy the gold watch, you won’t get one.

And yet the day dawned when we realized that if we didn’t take a real step out the door, no one would be able to do it for us.

And so, the question is:  How did we spend out first real day of retirement? Answer: By doing two of our favorite things: We went to the beach and in the evening to a concert.

Our friends Edie and Ron joined us on a drive up the coast to Uaymitun. We wanted to see the flamingos, but alas, there weren’t any. Then we drove to Telchac Puerto, but seeing as the restaurant where we wanted to have lunch was closed, we drove back to Progreso and enjoyed a lovely seafood meal with our feet wiggling in the sand, the surf pounding, the wind blowing through our hair, and the gulls calling overhead.

Once home, we took a late siesta in our soft cotton hammocks, then set off for a concert at the “Centro Cultural del Niño Yucateco.”  The violinist we heard is no longer a “niño” but he began his musical studies at the Center.

Alfredo Rojas Vértiz Nuñez is the eldest son of man who has been our friend for more than 20 years. Alfredo is a waiter at “Luigi’s,” a favorite restaurant of ours. He has welcomed us and hosted many a wonderful evening. He has also seen to it that his sons (the other is a violinist) received the best education possible.

And he has been successful. Alfredo Jr. is not only an accomplished musician, but a linguist and a very personable young man. He is studying for his Bachelor in Musical Studies…

One of his teachers, Irina Decheva accompanied him on the piano while he played selected pieces by Vivaldi, Mozart, Händel, Chopin and Donizetti. What a wonderful program!

In Yucatán, besides the Symphony, we have five junior symphonies. I think it speaks very well of a state where so much emphasis is placed on music.

In the coming months, we’ll be taking full advantage of both the natural and cultural attractions available to us. As Jorge says, “From now on, every day is Saturday!”