I buy $3 shirts instead of doing $5 laundry. Hand-wash shorts in the sink, alternating between my only two pairs. The thick socks I packed sit unused, too heavy for Cancún’s heat.
Not speaking Spanish isn’t so much of a hindrance as an unexpected gift. Self-checkout lanes remove the need for language. The world around me becomes a visual poem rather than a conversation I’m expected to join.
The afternoon heat renders Avenida Tulum nearly empty. Even the shade offers little relief, so I retreat indoors, my laptop humming steadily, untroubled by the battery concerns that would plague me on trail.
Perhaps this is a different kind of wilderness. The silent expanse between thoughts when external distractions fall away…
What space between worlds are you currently navigating?
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