Cenotes…


are difficult to photograph.


You walk down a spiral staircase 40 or 50 feet, and walk out in this egg-shaped cave half full of water. The artificial lighting casts shadows on the crevices in the limestone and the stalactites drip into the crystal clear water.


The water is so clear, it’s hard to imagine that the rocks you see so clearly are 30 feet below the surface.



So you take multiple photos, trying to capture the effect.


Once again, you curse yourself for not buying some really expensive, nice camera before you started this long adventure. You think of all the shots you missed over the last few months of traveling. Then you jump in the cold water and swim with the black, eyeless fishies.

TGIF


And I’m not even employed yet! The man at the Partagas cigar factor in Havana probably agrees with me right now. Have a good weekend everyone!


The Jig is Up

I’ve had an amazing five months, been to some beautiful places, and seen some amazing things, but for better or worse the jig is up. I’m moving back to New York city next month.

I am ambivalent about the move. On one hand, it will be great to back in a city I know and love, but on the other I will miss the itinerant lifestyle. Also, while I’m excited by the prospect of finding a new job and working on new projects (somewhere besides my kitchen table), I’m going to miss the luxury of waking up whenever my body tells me to to do some writing.
What all this boils down to is that my last few weeks in Playa del Carmen will be spent job hunting– never the most fun task. I crawl through the job boards, craft up cover letters, and then send them off with little expectation of hearing back. I’m off to the job boards now in fact. At least hiring seems to be on the upswing and I have had a pretty encouraging response from the past week of applying. Keep your fingers crossed for me!