My Epcot Life

The mirror pool, Bordeaux , France

Walking through the main square last night in San Miguel de Allende, I watched the waxing moon shine upon the pink tinged parroquia, its brightly lit cross casting a further glow upon the gardens below, still scattered with lingering confetti leftover from Day of the Dead. The hamburguesa man contentedly flipped patties as he hummed a tune, while teenagers practiced their break dancing moves in the central pagoda. As the faint swell of mariachi music hit my eardrums, I thought “I am in Mexico.”

San Miguel de Allende

Day of the Dead, San Miguel de Allende, MexicoThis thought may sound strange considering that I bought a house in Mexico in April and have lived here since June. But for the life of an itinerant nomad, I constantly have to remind myself of where I am, and it’s rather rare that I actually feel that I am truly inhabiting a place.

Out of the time I have ‘lived’ in Mexico for example, I’ve spent about a third of the time out of the country. Visiting family in California, on vacation in Costa Rica and on assignment in Guatemala and France. (And that’s not even mentioning the six other countries I’ve lived or traveled in during the past year!) I’ve scampered through airports in Spain and El Salvador and all the while wading through the euros, dollars, pesos and quetzales vying for space in my wallet, as I attempt to buy a bottle of water.  My life feels awfully like that Disney theme park as I walk through land after land, seeing fairy tale castles, far eastern palaces, locals clad in indigenous garb. My mind swirls so swiftly with sensory overload that sometimes I leave a place before I realize that I’m even in it.

Chateau de Lussac, Bordeaux

Bulguksa, Gyeongju, South Korea

Bulguksa, Gyeongju, South Korea

Meeting the locals in Guatemala

Wildlife in Guatemala

Guatemalan women

My time in Mexico has flown by, dreamlike, and on Saturday, Steve and I depart once again to live in South Korea—possibly the most dreamlike country I’ve ever experienced. A topsy turvy place advanced in technology, but oftentimes backwards in culture. A place where plastic surgery is the norm, soju is cheaper than water and I’m a long legged spectacle that old ladies and small children point and stare at.

But I wouldn’t trade this lifestyle for anything. I love waking up in the morning and having to blink my eyes a few times before I remember where I am. San Miguel today, Seoul tomorrow. What more could a chic adventurer ask for?

Do you travel a lot? How do you live in the moment to avoid having that Epcot feeling? 

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4 responses to “My Epcot Life

      • Well, that’s tough to say. There are so many countries I’m likely to wake up in. My favorite may be Portugal or Spain as I love it when the sun is shining when I wake up (and I also love the lifestyle of going to bed very late and sleeping till noon :D).

        What’s your choice?

      • Hmmm…that’s SO tough! I can’t deny, I love to wake up to a beach, so Thailand or Hawaii are awesome, but I also love the bustle of big cities like Paris and Buenos Aires. I love waking up on planes, trains or buses because I know I’ll be having an adventure that day!

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