Believe me I flagellate every time I even think about complaining, so don’t get upset and decide that I’m awful. But every holiday must end and even the beach gets boring, especially in a town such as this. Chelem, like the mysterious city Brigadoon, is not meant to exist all the time. It only comes to life during Semana Santa and the summer temporada. It’s quiet, almost too quiet, and when we first moved in I was spooked.
I’ve grown accustomed to the stars. I take long walks and often don’t see another human soul for miles. This beach may not be pristine, but it is mine. It is a place for rest. There are no attractions, no mini golf, no frozen custard, no pirate ship adventure show. There’s nothing to do but hang in your hammock and watch pelicans cruise waves at morning and again before sunset. This beach is Wild sanctuary most of the year. Come here to rediscover silence.
Spending winters here is going to be amazing. As much as I want to dive back in to the stimulating frenzy of civilization I know I will here the siren song of Yucatan again and soon. One of the perils of pardise when you are curious, when you are feeling high-functioning, and ready for experience is that you take for granted the innocent beauty. It can be a dull and lonely place, my heart desires more. But every moment until we leave is spent collecting touchstones and counting many blessings on shells and stars and sand.