wrapping up gifts
San Pedro La Laguna Travel Blog› entry 10 of 14 › view all entries
During my friend beckyâs birthday party on Monday, after mary jane made her appearance - somewhere between jello shots and a funkified dance-a-thon, I dipped out onto dânoz terrace to scribble the following on a bar napkin...
there are times when you are traveling, when you just land in the exact right spot on the planet at the exact right point in the time continuum, and you are privy to a massive explosion of good energy. and the people that you're standing in the wake of that explosion with get instantly and irrevocably tucked into your 'family' file. you break bread in eclectic, globe spanning gruops of 'touched' people with interesting yarns to weave and a judge not vibe. the kind of bond that's formed is on par with sharing a really juicy secret. this, here, now, is one of those times. thank you, travel gods, for the gift of san pedro. i feel so privileged to tuck this magical place into my 'home' file.
And last night, after having said my âfinalâ goodbyes to all of the super-duper people Iâve met during the last month, I took a break from packing to write the followingâŚ
Am sitting in my awesome, cushy hammock on the eve of my departure from san pedro la laguna. So bittersweet. The little , very special family that I was so fortunate to fall into are all flying the coop, one by one. Transient lives breed many tearful goodbyes. Itâs a trade off Iâm ok with. The last week and a half has been filled with benefit concerts, ridiculously good food, birthdays, intimate personal histories, sendoff parties, kayaking, arts and crafts sessions, thermal hot bathsâŚ its been like one, long marathon hang out.
I want to go into great detail about the establishments I have called my âhauntsâ for the last month, but instead, Iâll just tout the pueblo of san pedro la laguna as a wholeâŚits small enough that should you visit, you will discover the peace of sipping a pineapple liquado on dânoz terrace on a sunny morning, the comfort of Buddha barâs second floor on a rainy afternoon, the debaucherous craic over a beer at the clover, a spontaneous dance party at el barrio, the thigh-sized breakfast burrito at jarachik, the spot on vodka sauce at fata morgana, the thailand-like ambiance of zoola, the warm greetings at mariaâs tienda and the relentless but endearing pleas to buy banana bread from baskets that rest atop the heads of squat little local ladies. And if youâre really lucky, youâll stumble upon the perfectly roasted (and dirt cheap) chicken at pollo pedrito across from the Mercado or youâll venture into san juan to indulge in wine and cheese good enough to compete with a fine manhattan eatery at 1/10 of the price.