I stayed in the yellow house in Merida for a month. Tall skinny homes. I had just lost everything I loved in Belize and was going in the opposite direction than I had planned. Three thousand miles in the wrong direction. I lost the jeep too and all my plans to be closer to the California border and health issues. Broke and heartbroken over my dogs.
A wall in Progresso. Frieda is everywhere. Progresso is about 40 miles from Merida on the coast. Finally, the ocean.
My first few months in Tulum. I had no idea it was so far from town. It was a nice family-owned tiny little spot. Nothing to do but laundry. I got terribly lonely and bored. A cab ride took all my transportation budget. I had to move closer to town.
These guys were so cute to pose for me. They own a chicken place around the corner. The smoke comes over the walls into our yard.
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