Weaving “Wonderful” on the Bay of Banderas

Horses along Bahia de Banderas; Nuevo Vallarta, MX

It happened on the day I broke my own primary rule for solo travel.  It was pivotal.  It was perfect.  And it was all mine.  I told an old friend about it over lunch last week and sailed through the splendid memory all over again.

I was in Nuevo Vallarta, Mexico, reweaving my life into something that would fit for the next several years.  My kids were vacationing with their dad, and I was utterly alone -with thoughts, a few personal goals and the Bay of Banderas.  I had already done a lot of exploring: both inside and out.  I had navigated city buses to Puerto Vallarta, zip lined through lush jungle canopy, run miles and miles along a beach that sparkled gold in the sun and spent evenings tapping out page after page on my laptop.

The one thing I hadn’t done was dance.  For years, now, it seemed.  At this point in my life I danced only at wedding receptions.  Usually with my sisters —and there had been far more funerals than weddings lately.  It seemed a small and silly thing to miss, but the unlikeliness of opportunities did not diminish the desire.

Against my better judgement on one of the last days of my stay, I signed up for a sailboat trip to the Marietas Islands.  This wasn’t the first time I’d traveled alone, and experience had steered me toward blending within larger groups whenever possible.  It felt safer, it provided more options, and ultimately felt more comfortable.  But, my more reflective pace had cost me a spot on the larger catamaran tour; my only remaining choice was an intimate sailing excursion with thirty four strangers.  In the end, my curiosity about the Marietas Islands was stronger than my fear of discomfort.  I packed a book and journal along with my sunscreen and camera and hoped for “OK”.

More about an afternoon that included whales, schooling dolphins, blue footed booby birds and… my pivotal moment: “Magic in the Marietas:



9 Comments to Weaving “Wonderful” on the Bay of Banderas

  1. Siting in my kitchen looking out at yet another dreary wintry day, I am lapping up t his story born on the warm sandy shores of one of my favorite places. I can’t wait for part 2…

  2. Oh no! A cliffhanger. I guess I’ll have to come back to see the rest of the story! I can’t wait. 🙂

  3. Your journeys are never dull.

  4. It seems I go to more funerals than weddings these days. It’s gotten to the point I hesitate to ask friends (I’ve not seen in a while) how there parents are doing for fear one or both has passed.

    I’ve also sadly noted that the only time I get to see long-lost friends are at funerals.

    I’m looking forward to reading about the pivotal moment.

  5. what a tease! i love you’re style 🙂

  6. Heather

    Romancing Italy: Coming soon! ~Had some unavoidable delays this past week…
     
    Intrepid: Thanks much Sir. I do love a good cliffhanger…
     
    Jean-Luc: At least, they’re never dull for me! I tend to find the fun wherever I am…
     
    Delmer: I spent the better part of yesterday at the hospital and thought how much things have shifted over the years. We used to burst into hospitals to see the newest baby in the family; the last few years have sadly been a much different story. Natural cycles of life, I guess. There will be baby times again some day, though…
     
    Madiera: Thank you! I don’t usually drag out the ending for such a long time. Part Two will be posted in the next day or so.

  7. Heather…..thanks for taking us places that we cannot or will not go to….look forward to whales, dolphins and your pivotal moment!

  8. Heather

    It’s fun to relive “the good stuff”, Mark! Thanks for reading…

  9. Just discovered this blog thru Yahoo, what a way to brighten up my month!

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