I am not ashamed to admit it; I love driving. I love the feeling of freedom and power. The sense of possibility and adventure surging through me. Add music, and I am almost as happy as I am on the dance floor.
We drove back to San Miguel de Allende, Mexico from New York a few weeks ago. The last two years in San Miguel have seen me zipping around town, and within a 15 mile radius, on a sexy blue Hot Rod 150 cc’s scooter. That’s given me many a thrill, no doubt. Coming down the Caracol at dusk. Slinking smoothly through cars stuck in traffic. Parking within feet of my central destination.
But the RAV4 is paradise. God, do I feel like something. Big. Capable. And with the NY plates, absolutely gorgeous. Add the big sunglasses, and I am ready to take on the world!
Which, I realized today, may be a problem. San Miguel and its closest environs have kept me engaged for two years. It’s been my world. Now, with the car, I am itching to explore.
I want to take off. Queretaro. Guananjuato. Pozos. San Luis Potosi. Cuernavaca. The coast. Patzcuaro. Bernal. Fuck school & work, I want to see Mexico! The friggin’ Sierra Gordas with the waterfalls & mountains!
The only thing that will keep me put is my budget. And the new place where I am living (love!). Thank god for small mercies.