“Hiking?!! Why would you do that?!” was my friend Bella’s response to my swollen purple knee. Ha, she doesn’t know me very well. But that was Tuesday, so let me back up….
My last Sunday in San Miguel de Allende presented a cool clear morning and I was eager to soak it up before returning to the humidity that is Bacalar. Retired expats plan lots of activities in San Miguel and my host Nancy invited me to join in the Sunday morning hiking group. I, unlike Bella am always up for a hike, so off we went.
Serious hikers gathered at the gas station.
I guessed from the hiking boots and walking sticks that the group meant business. Never one to backdown, I didn’t ask questions as to the level of difficulty, type of trail etc. I also didn’t take into consideration the amount of rain we’d been having or my inadequate footwear. Little did I know the price I would pay.
Heading west.
Everyone spread out as the leaders kept a brisk pace.
Gentle incline.
While this wasn’t a technical hike, San Miguel sits over 6,000 feet. Being a sea-level dweller, I found myself expending some effort to keep up.
Mountain mist and muddy terrain.
Picking and choosing my steps through the runoff, I actually stepped out of my shoe at one point as the mud grabbed hold and refused to let me go. And then finally…the top and a lovely view of San Miguel and the scrubby terrain.
Lunch break.
The return trip was much quicker (downhill usually is). I listened in on the conversations. Some folks were full-timers and others like many retirees who love to travel, merely call San Miguel home-base. The main grumble was the traffic and parking. As attachment to individual transportation shows no sign of letting up, I am not surprised. However to their credit, the group encourages car-pooling and pays drivers for rides and gas.
And down we went.
A winding muddy trail.
We were ten minutes from the cars and I was ready to be done, perhaps too ready. The final obstacle was a swollen creek. All it took was one wobbly rock and down I went. I hit my knee hard, but saved the iPad, which of course is the most important thing!
By Monday I was in considerable pain, bruised and swollen and wondering how I would travel back to Mexico City and catch the flight home to Bacalar. More information was needed so off we went to the emergency room. Less than an hour and a hundred dollars later I was X-rayed and learned that nothing was broken, thank God. For my ride to the airport on Wednesday, I took a shuttle from door to gate which was a big help. Two weeks later I am still healing and doing the dance, so to speak, between rest, pain meds, and walking. The house completion is moving at lightning speed. Let the packing begin! DOS TORTAS
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Ah, bummer on the injury. But it did look like a beautiful hike. Good luck with the house construction. I’ve been following your blog for awhile and am so excited to see the photos. We love Mexico (are currently living in Playa del Carmen, so I hear ya on the humidity), and decorating here is so much fun with the art and color. Hope you’re all healed up very soon!
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Hey Emily, thanks for the comments. I admit, I love hearing from followers. Let us know if you get down this way.
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Speedy recovery!
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Thank you. Still quite painful but a little better everyday.
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So sorry for your injury but glad it was toward the end of the hike. Take care Alex.
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Hey Isa, you certainly know about healing Honey! I’m. Counting my blessings. Life is good. Miss you.
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What a lovely area to hike in! Sorry about the knees, but hooray! Nothing broken!
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I know. Gratitude gratitude gratitude. Saw the first windows for our house today. OMG they’re so beautiful.
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