mOOners in Mexico

by Kris

I am so impressed with friends who journal their lives and adventures on a daily basis. How disciplined are they? Each evening here in Roca Azul, Paulita hollers from their camper to ours something like, "How do you spell Tapalpa?" as she faithfully enters the events of our (often shared) daily experiences. What a wonderful gift to herself (and to Geraldo) to have a beautifully written remembrance of where they were, what they did, and when. I rely on the dated pictures in "iphoto" for my travel calendar - and this blog, while depicting our adventures, in no way itemizes the events of our daily lives. I don't have the desire to write "mOOners in Mexico" as a today we ate breakfast, walked around town, went for a swim, yada yada blurb.  Not my style, certainly not my random personality. A journal, on the other hand, would be a personal diary of sorts and a therapy treatment at the same time.  I need to get with the program and start writing in the empty book I bought  three months ago for this trip. Yikes!

Paulita and I know one of the world's most amazing journalers, a woman we met in Pátzcuaro last spring. Pat puts the Art in the art of journaling. Her journals are beautifully illustrated depictions of her travels throughout Mexico. These pictures show Pat's stories....

A tree in the Villa Pátzcuaro RV Park was the entry we last saw Pat enter in her on-going journal.

The magnificent and ancient arból will never look grander than in the pages of Pat's journal. No finer legacy can she leave her family than her journals of who she was and how she saw the world around her. ¡Que rico!

mOOners