Return To Merida

Most people visit Merida, the capital of the Yucatan for a vacation or winter getaway.  The Spanish colonized the city and left large, royal palm shaded mansions in tropical pink, yellow and turquoise.

Wide boulevards and glorietas with off shoots of one-way streets are a foreigners’ nightmare.

On Sunday large swaths of the city are closed to traffic which allows cyclists, skaters and walkers free reign.

Much of the crumbling inner city has been made over by Canadians and USers escaping the harsh northern winters.

Behind large wooden doors lies high ceilings, lap pools and spacious homes with attached short-term rentals.

Merida boasts the safest city in Mexico. Cultural events, modern museums, artisan markets and international cuisine keep people coming back year after year.

You can also hop a bus to the beach, international airport or ancient Mayan ruins. Truly a tourists’ dream visit to Mexico. So why was I in Merida this week and did absolutely NONE of those things?

Last week’s blog, I Can do Hard Things described a harrowing experience with my car breaking down on the highway. This week I returned to pick up the repaired car. With fingers crossed I set off on the return trip. I made it home exhausted and ready to do nothing. Home Sweet Home.

DOS TORTAS

Tags: Inspiration, Life in the Yucatan, Merida, Mexico retirement location