Due to a mishap over the last few days, I’ve decided to repost my Cinco de Mayo blog from last year. We sure have come a long way in our relocation to Mexico. On Friday I went down hard on my bike and have a hairline tibial fracture behind the right knee. I will be in a brace for three weeks. This morning I’m on pain medication and not thinking too clearly. A handsome traumatologist got me seen, xrayed, diagnosed in and out in two hours for less than $200 Xays, brace and medication.
Immobile for three weeks.
A Repost From 2013
Cinco de Mayo is celebrated in Austin by waving green, white and red Mexican flags. So much so that I once heard someone point to a Mexican flag and refer to it as a “Cinco de Mayo” flag. It’s a day for family, friends, eating tacos, listening to conjunto and drinking cerveza. Few know what the holiday is really about. When living in Mexico, I visited the Fort de Puebla where a fight for independence took place in 1864. The French, with their highly trained forces thought they had a cake walk in taking over Mexico. A rag-tag militia of about 500 strategically placed Mexican soldiers proved them wrong. Mexico’s independence took years of battles with French, Spanish, US, and British troops. It’s no wonder everyone celebrates a win by the underdogs.
But Cinco is a celebration of much more than the Battle of Puebla. It’s the celebration of a strong, proud, independent people who love to celebrate just about anything. As a youngster from New Jersey, I was wary of a picnic in a cemetery for Day of the Dead. It was a delightful day that allowed me to experience another culture in a very personal way. There are birthdays, saint days, quinceñeras, religious holidays, Sunday picnics, and many more events that I hope to learn about and participate in.
We continue to pack containers, take books to Half Price, have dinner with friends and plan our escape. There are no “final” goodbyes. Just about everyone is invited to visit. So if you think that southern Yucatan may be a vacation destination in your future, get your passport, practice your Spanish and bring a “celebration state-of-mind”, and remember your hammock.
Alex enjoying a sunny Lake Bacalar day
Sunset on the Bay of Chetumal
the adventures of dos tortas 
Oh geeze Alex… what bad luck. So sorry to hear about the fracture. Here’s hoping for a rapid recovery. Gads, I remember the wrist accident. In/out for
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There’s a fine line between exercise and injury. Gotta have my brakes adjusted and my head too!
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Alex, sorry about your leg! Sitting all wrapped up in bandages for three weeks in this heat is not my idea of fun nor is it yours, I suspect. Heal fast, chica.
Kathe Please note that I am converting over to a new email address. kkwhirledvision@gmail.com
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I guess resting and inactivity are my lessons to learn. Hope you are well.
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Being immobile sucks. When I tore my ACL I had to be immobile and it drove me crazy. I listened to a lot of music (before Pandora and Spotify) and read War and Peace slowly (because I figured I would never have time to read it again). Hope that your recovery is swift and that you can find a good physical therapist to work with once you are allowed to get moving again.
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Thanks Jaimie. I had to sit on my butt for six weeks w a broken thumb, another bike accident. At least I could walk & do yoga. http://Www.theadventuresofdostortas.com
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