Here I am in Mexico … and all I can do is think about JA. It’s nearly a year since my last visit, and that’s really much too long. Of course, with the loss of funding it’s likely that I won’t be going to Guadalajara in November for the INEA training, so maybe I’ll take that time and go recharge myself. It’s wonderful here, really, but that’s actually part of the problem. I’m on the Caribbean coast … but from the wrong angle, from the wrong beach, in the wrong country. I walked in the surf tonight before coming upstairs to start my homework (that water could not have been more heavenly!), and it felt so much like Jamaica … [sigh].
Yes, you’re right: poor me: hanging out in a gorgeous tropical location instead of hanging out in a gorgeous tropical location. But, as much as I love Mexico and have had a great time each of the times I’ve been here, it’s not Jamaica, not home.
The day before I left for Mexico, a guy sat down next to me on the bus and began eating one of those little beef patties you can buy all over the place in New York. I first started eating those things when I worked up at City College in Harlem. There was a cart run by a nice Rastafarian guy that was at the uptown entrance to the campus, and I’d stop there and pick up a patty on my way to class. I liked the curry chicken patties best, and I was glad for that cart on days when I was running late. When I got to Jamaica the first time, I was pretty surprised to find the exact same patties on sale everywhere. Last year, on my first trip to Negril, I followed the recommendation of one of the carvers on the beach and got a patty at the tiny roadside stand across the street from my hotel. Great suggestion. The patties were made fresh with really delicious pastry. I got curry chicken and lobster … and the curry chicken was delicious. The lobster was outrageous. I could eat one of those lobster patties every day for the rest of my life and be a happy woman.
I was definitely spoiled by Miss Sonia and her too-yummy, fresh-made patties. I get patties here from time to time here, but they just can’t compare. When that guy sat next to me last Friday and started eating his beef patty, I had such a pang of missing Jamaica. I want to go to the training in Guadalajara in November, but I have to admit that the idea of going to Jamaica instead is so very much more attractive.
My heart’s still firmly on The Rock, but I’ll settle in and enjoy this here Mayan Riviera (as if that were so difficult).