My thoughts are mostly questions surrounding loving through walls. No, I’m not talking about the Netflix social train-wreck called Love is Blind, but rather… “How can I love the people around me while they’re not physically around me?”
Ever the daughter of an educator, I tend to digest experiences through lessons learned and, just like you can learn a lot from a culture through their culinary history, what I’m taking away from my time in Puerto Vallarta really boils down to tacos.
Someone recently said that fall is the start to a 3-month exit. My birthday falls around Thanksgiving so I tend to not think of it as an end, but as a beginning for a new season, a new year, new lessons, new opportunities. But it is an end, isn’t it? Even the colors I marvel at — the yellows and browns on the crunchy, fallen leaves — that’s death in nature; an exhale to green life well-lived.