No wonder my feet hurt.
Monday, May 30, 2022
Saturday, May 28, 2022
I made a mental note to go check out this pottery, and this holiday weekend is when I finally got around to it.
Guadalajara is currently ninety degrees, and I still have the remnants of plantar fasciitis in one foot, so the trip has been kind of challenging. Also, two years of covid, age, and 7-8 years of a desk job haven’t done me any favors, even with the odd trip thrown in here and there. I have fancy sneakers with custom insoles that are supposed to offset the heel muscle and spur thing, but I’m skeptical it’s doing much. I’m getting another opinion from Denise’s foot doctor next time I am in New York and I’m paranoid about getting too many cortisone shots since a friend got permanent damage that way, but for now, I’m just dealing with the discomfort.
Friday was pretty rough. I didn’t drink enough water and didn’t wear a hat, and was discombobulated even though it’s only a two hour time difference. Today (Saturday) was easier—I drank endless water, ate salty food, wore my hat and sunglasses, stopped for café breaks, and well, the foot thing was no different from yesterday.
This weakness and discomfort have impacted my travel confidence. Not that much, admittedly, but enough I’m surprised. If there’s one thing I’m good at, it’s solo travel, so I’m startled to have spiraled back to “Is this the best idea?” which is something I went through endlessly the first half of the original Marie’s trip around-the-world, but it’s been a while. All that’s really happening, I suspect, is that thing that happens whenever one has a physical ailment—wondering what if this is permanent? What if my heel hurts forever and there will be no third MariesWorldTour?
But that is silly, I know. And having the foot thing plus a job means I’m more likely to get a taxi or Uber instead of being stubborn about public transit, which is fine, and traveling during covid means the one unpleasant thing about traveling alone is solved—that is, eating dinner in restaurants. Finding takeaway is easy now. I just eat in my hotel room if the restaurant is too couple or family-cozy.
Here are some photos of my first day in Guadalajara, in the historic centro, and the second day wandering around Tlaquepaque until I was about to drop. Tomorrow, on to Tonalá (after getting a mandatory covid test for flying), then on Monday, back to LAX.
Friday, May 27, 2022
I am in Guadalajara for the long weekend. Proximity to Mexico is one nice thing about living in SoCal.
I’m pretty fried after walking around in the sun—don’t have the stamina I used to! Here are some photos to show you some things in Guadalajara.
Saturday, May 21, 2022
Sunday, May 08, 2022
All the best for Mother's Day in the US today, for my mom and those of you who are moms.
My mom has had a banner year so far, moving into a cute new house and furnishing it almost exclusively by reviewing products. File under "Stuff I didn't see coming in the near future."
Here she is in her native habitat, reading her iPad while reclining on an emerald green chaise lounge.
Wednesday, May 04, 2022
Sunday, May 01, 2022
My office is relocating in June, and we've all been packing up for months now. I think I've brought home 40-50 boxes of comics and books over the last few months, and this weekend, I carried the last of them in a rented Toyota hatchback.
I don't live in an elevator building, and my condo has no street entrance. To get to my unit, I have to climb 12 or so stairs from either the street or the garage, then loop around the side of the complex, then go up more stairs to my apartment.
The office movers put all the boxes into the car for me, but they don't follow us home, so I had the joy of lugging 20+ boxes from the car to my apartment. I have a little wheeled cart, but the stairs are unavoidable. I just took it slow and moved boxes a few at a time.
The movers also took all my cow art down off the wall and packed it up for me.
I am tired and sore and worn out.
Or maybe it's the booster shot I got last night.
But at least the cows have come home.