Patterns from a Rooftop: Chapter 3
The Yucatan altered the complexion and stature of my journey through Mexico. The life I observed there served as a gateway to the heart and significance of the region’s culture, south from the peninsula into Belize and northern Guatemala.
Eventually one finds one’s stride on a journey, or one packs it up, quits and goes home. Though the daily accounts found in my travel journal were gnarled in doubt at the beginning, this section of the trip marked a long-lasting payday – the point where the lessons of the trip started to make sense. And sense is all about scale. Obviously I had not learned, as I should have, how to generalize the relationship between scale and happiness that I had partly gleaned from months living in Italy. In the Yucatan and its people, that personal failing was partially, if not definitively, corrected.