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Two weeks ago, my husband and I went on a weeklong vacation. We flew from San Jose to Cancun. As we were staying in a resort and not planning to do anything else but soak the sun, we didn’t take the international data plan for our mobiles. We could avail the Wi-Fi option on our phones. But for some reason, once I locked my house doors and kept my smartphone in my purse, I didn’t even take out my phone until I returned home.

It was not preplanned, it just happened, that for eight days I didn’t access my smartphone and internet. I didn’t check my emails, calendar, news, messages, websites, and any social media. It was extremely freeing.

For a week in Cancun, I ate, lounged on the beach, read books, watched live performances, visited Tulum, drank in the afternoon, drank in the evening, walked on the sand, and shopped at Mercado 28. I didn’t work-out, and, I didn’t peek at the internet in any form, not even once. My husband did, but that’s his bliss. Not me.

It was as if with my mobile I had zipped my worries and plans and agendas and to-do lists in my purse. I forced myself not to think about anything. I lived as though I didn’t have a worry in the world. As if life had come to a standstill.

Unexpected unplanned trip to Tulum.

In Cancun, I didn’t have any complaint about anything. The weather was perfect—not too hot and not cold. The humidity didn’t totally drive my hair crazy. The food was really really good. And the best part, adding to the perfect staff, amenities, and services of Secrets The Vine Cancun was adults only. It was a week without encountering a single screaming child. It was bliss.

Looking back, I realize, I was escaping from the past and the future. 2018 had been a long year. Citizenship exam and interview, sewing classes, personal training, travels, Stanford application, root canal, and first of seven writing classes. And 2019 seems daunting. I need to make headway with my novel and complete three writing classes. Actually, before the start of my next writing class in the mid-January, I should complete reading four textbooks and write the opening of my novel. All this along with the business of living. Just thinking about it worries me.

This unplugging for eight days had interesting results. Once I switched on my phone, in my one of my personal accounts, I had some 600 emails; I don’t even know that many people. This un-connectivity cemented the fact that I don’t like being connected all the time. It cured me of obsessively reading news and recaps and gossip websites and watching political shows. It reminded me of the days before GPS and google translate. And this lack of connectivity took us on adventures.

I unplugged and I was happy.

This was our second trip to Mexico, so one afternoon, I wanted to visit the local attraction via a local bus. So, my husband and I walked looking for a bus stand. Mind you, collectively our Spanish speaking skills are just over zero. I stopped to ask directions from a taxi driver and that somehow resulted in a two-hour-drive unplanned trip to an archaeological site at Tulum. Within days, we successfully took a local bus to a local archaeological site and another bus to the shopping district and back to the resort. We felt accomplished and less touristy.

Since I am back, and I am getting my life in order—laundry, emails, cleaning, gym, calendars, writing schedules and textbooks, dishes, and writing this blog. It is rainy and dark here. I need to use the light therapy box just to get out of the bed. My tan and rest of Cancun are rapidly vanishing. Yet, I have this inner calm. I just cross my figures that I can keep my Zen until the summer when I meet the sun again.

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