John and I prepare to leave on Sunday morning for our return trip to Vancouver Island, British Columbia, Canada.
In so many ways, we feel like kids that have come to the end of “Summer Camp”. We've had so much fun that it's sad to leave. We look forward to next winter and to reconnecting with the people of San Carlos and specifically with our Loma del Mar community. This place is definitely a jewel in the desert!
What will I miss the most?
Thursday Market at Loma del Mar and all the veggies and fruits two people can eat in a week for the fabulous price of $25 - $30.
The relaxed pace of life.
The winter warmth that allows me to wear shorts, flip flops, and a tank top most every day.
The Loma del Mar dance parties with fabulous and varied live music.
The iguana that lives in our patio wall.
Having water delivered to our door several times a week for 18 pesos (less than a dollar) per five-gallon jug.
Spanish class and our excursions out into the world to learn about Mexican culture.
My studio and the shower in the little casita.
The super friendly people of San Carlos.
Bountiful and delicious lunches at Rosa's Cantina for less than $300 pesos (under $20 for two and includes drinks).
High speed internet (we stream Netflix shows and movies) and telephone land line that allows unlimited calling to all of North America for $25 per month!
The Sonoran Desert, where it meets the ocean.
I've learned once again that it's important to allow the sad feelings of transitioning to be, to not fight them, or run from them. The being in those feelings at any particular time as they arise, clears the way for all the beautiful feelings related to reconnecting with home and friends and family in British Columbia.
From The Prophet "On Leaving" - Kahlil Gibran
..."And if our hands should meet in another dream, we shall build another tower in the sky.
So saying he made a signal to the seamen, and straightaway they weighed anchor and cast the ship loose from its moorings, and they moved eastward.
And a cry came from the people as from a single heart, and it rose the dusk and was carried out over the sea like a great trumpeting.
Only Almitra was silent, gazing after the ship until it had vanished into the mist.
And when all the people were dispersed she still stood alone upon the sea-wall, remembering in her heart his saying: "A little while, a moment of rest upon the wind, and another woman shall bear me.' "