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Through the looking-glass.

Time is a constant you grow acutely aware of as the years go by.

  Its passage feels more pronounced the longer you are out as an expat, or (for those who move away from their hometowns to later return) when you return home. It has been busy these last three months. I have been quieter more than I wanted to be, because of the relentless pace our life has taken since returning to Florida.

  As is our tradition, we had a welcome back/return party about a month after arrival. We invited everyone, and we had more people show than we expected. I don't know if it was because we are not staying 'just a month', like we would for home leave... if it was because of the current political climate, or if time had a hand in prompting people to show up. So it was with our party. There were a ton of people there, that I had not seen in some time.

It was the best hail to post I think we have ever had in our FSLife.

  I have been sending out actual, real, honest-to-goodness resumes for jo…

The difficult ones.

I know it's hard.
It's hard to like the difficult ones.

Their minds and eyes wander from the page.
Accidentally, of course.
Like glitter slime in a colander

their


minds



avoid




capture





by escaping through the holes.

A picture on the wall.
The actions of another child.
Anything. Anything except the words on the page.
The number problems hidden in sentences.
Se quenc ing

Their day is a rebellious day.
Red like a warning light.

red

Red

RED

Sometimes yellow.

Rarely green.


I know it's easy.
It's effortless to like the easy ones.

The ones that can focus. Like lasers.
Minds and eyes remain on the page.
Little to no back talking to be found.
Instructions almost always followed.

They

are

on

point.

It is easier to laugh when they make a mistake.
Smiles are more plentiful, as are chances.

Their day is a green day.
Green like a summer day.

green

Green

GREEN

Sometimes yellow.

Rarely red.


I know.

I know it is hard

to like a difficult child.

But I love my difficult child.
As fiercely as I…

Onward.

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Months ago, when my kids were still going to Spanish class here, I ran into another expat mom. She was a new arrival to the area, having recently moved to Mérida. While the kids were in class, we chatted about a life traveling with kids, finding your people in your new home, and making a life for yourself amidst all of it. In the course of our chat she told me the story about how she found out her family would be moving to Mérida.
  Apparently, they had lived in the same place for seven years, and she'd left a picture from their initial move wrapped all that time. In her mind, as long as that last picture never got unwrapped and hung, they would never leave.

For seven years, that picture stayed wrapped up, and tucked in its corner.

  So, imagine her shock at seeing it on the wall after a handyman she'd hired to fix something else in the house, completed the task he was hired for then also unwrapped the picture and hung it up.

That same night, her husband came home and told …

Nepenthe

We are leaving Mérida.

I am going to miss Mérida.

  I know that statement seems at odds with my previous writings, but I will miss the city and its people. After almost a year here, my Spanish (which had withered from years of neglect) has improved dramatically. I have made acquaintances (both expat and locals) that could have probably become full-fledged friends had we stayed here the full three years. One of them might still become a long-term friend, but we'll see. You come to accept that friendships made in this life are what you put into them. Sometimes, this ends up being a one-way street despite your best intentions.

  My plan of visiting as many archaeological sites in the region is pretty much at its end. I would like to visit at least one more site, but realistically I probably won't. We've just run out of time. It turns out that you can only squeeze so many sites in between work, school, people getting sick, poor weather, and any other roadblock life throws at…

Uxmal

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In the hills an hour south of Merida, past the edge of the Chicxulub crater, sits Uxmal.  Uxmal was a Mayan trade center from the Late to Terminal Classic period with about 20k residents at its height. It is an excellent example of the Puuc architectural style, and the pinnacle of late Mayan art. As it grew from a small town to a major center in the region, sacbe were built, radiating out to nearby settlements (the sacbe linking Uxmal to Kabah is still standing) and other large sites like Chichén Itzá. Even after it was abandoned, it was still visited as a pilgrimage site until the Spanish conquest in the 1400s. Due to its location in the hills, it remained well-preserved. It officially became a UNESCO World Heritage site in 1996.


The site has a number of well-preserved buildings and carvings, even before its restoration. If you visit, the first building you'll see after climbing up the steps is the Pyramid of the Magician (the first picture at the top of the post). Unlike most…

Orbital resonance

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There were massive tropical storms. The children, reared in lands where rainstorms are subdued things, were amazed. They didn't know when the car arrived, that they would be flying away. Like little lightning rods catching the charge of familial anxiety, they wavered between anxiousness and calm.

 I didn't understand it before, but I do now- the need to leave post, if only for a little while. The change was a welcome reprieve, but we're back at post again. Just in time for more rain. We also came home to a green pool that clearly had not been cleaned in the two weeks we were gone. Needless to say, I am now working to arrange for a company to come by and regularly maintain the pool. Such is life in the Yucatan.

  School number two is in our rear view mirror now, after a miserable slog to close out the month. I don't think anyone will miss it. I know I won't miss it. The emails keep coming though, asking when we'll re-enroll our children, or emails telling me …

Mayapan

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Forty five minutes south of Merida, off of I-184 is the archaeological site of Mayapan. It is an easy site to visit, as the ground is pretty level and clear of debris. Like previous sites we've visited, there are more uncovered areas on the perimeter of the cleared and restored area. The big draw of the site is its main pyramid, the Temple of Kukulcan. The temple, and the other structures found at this site are generally considered inferior to those found at Chichen Itza. But, unlike Chichen Itza, this place has fewer crowds. So if you get there early (like we did), you will have the site to yourself.
   Even if you show up later and a bus shows up (as one did near the end of our visit) it's not a real crisis. People will beeline to the main pyramid (pictured at the top of this post), so your view of carvings and the mural at the site will likely go unmolested as other tourists scramble to clamber up pyramids in order to get selfies or group shots.



 There are a lot of origi…