Day 4 NaPoWriMo. In high school, Gina and I would write together. After college, Gina moved to Mexico and became a local. She addressed her letters as Ginita. She got her first journalist job there. These stamps are from 1993. Many details in the poem are from this particular letter early on in her adventure with added bits from her years there. My coming of age/pilgrimage place was Boston. Comment if you once lived somewhere completely different than home. Enjoy the poem.
An American in Cancun
vibrant with food
ill with parasites and salmonella
culture shock when the nurses didn’t wear gloves
the blue of Tulum
the mystery of Chichen Itza
the charm of Merida
the beauty of Xel-Ha, XCaret, and Cozumel
hair growing long and dark
meeting friendly, open people
Era, a new best friend
knowing the Playa Del Carmen shop owners by name
a journalist job
interviewing Osar De La Hoya,
and a “tequila” Lord with high security.
No longer just American
a heart in two worlds
Mexico forever a kind of pilgrimage spot.