What Mexico is Asking of Me

I came to Mexico with several things I wanted to take care of.

El Huizachal needed attention. My commercial property needed conversations, decisions, and new tenant agreements. There were deliveries to coordinate, repairs to follow up on, family to see, friends to visit, and all the small practical details that come with having a life on both sides of the border, including choosing the location and design for a tribute to my parents, where their ashes will be placed.

And much of it has been getting done.

Then something unexpected entered the picture: a hernia operation.

Not exactly what I had on the list when I crossed into Mexico.

The surgeon performing the operation is a childhood friend who is now a retired surgeon in private practice, which brings its own kind of comfort.

So the trip has changed.

I will now be staying another two to three weeks while I recover.

And I have to be honest, I still see the list: the calls, the errands, the visits, and the things I could still be handling while I am here.

I am fighting the urge to keep taking care of things while I rest and prepare for my operation on Thursday.

But my body is part of this trip too.

And now there will be more quiet days at El Huizachal than I expected.

More time to sit with the land.

More time to look at the house without immediately seeing the next thing to fix. More time to appreciate what is already here.

The pace is changing, and maybe that is the part I did not plan for.

I came here to take care of things. Mexico is also asking me to take care of myself.

My Auténtico Self™