Yep. I’m done. A little more than two months into my planned five month trip to Oaxaca, I’m heading home.
I love it here. I like the people, the culture(s), the history, the art, the huge variety of everything and the strangeness of it all. But that all flies out the window when you’re not well.
The agonizing symptoms of my gripa have waned since I saw the Doctor and started her medicine regimen. I no longer double over with cramps and haven’t had a shaking fever in almost a week. But I’m finding that I have no energy at all. Yesterday, after a great class, I went to my favorite sandwich shop (La Hormiga) and had a chili relleno torta – delicious – then headed down Alcalá toward the Zocalo and the Mercado, feeling good, happy as a clam.
After almost two weeks of restricted activity, hanging out at home and in the near-neighborhood because I didn’t feel well, it was great to get back to the living. But in a matter of minutes I was tired and a little later I had to duck into a chocolate shop just to sit and rest. I walked a little further but finally hailed a cab – something I almost never do – and headed home. I was barely in the door when I was asleep on the couch.
That’s not like me, at all.
I’m ready to get back to the gym, to my yoga class, back to my self-prepared healthy diet, my own Doctor, my car(!), my English-speaking friends, my dog and my life. Heck – it’s 8:11 am and I’m already tired!
So in a week, the day after my classes end, I’m on Volaris headed to Tijuana and the border. I love you, Oaxaca, but we’ll have to continue our affair after I’m feeling better. Ciao!