Every city has its rhythm. Its pace. Its musical beat.
Sayulita is no different.
One would think that being a small beach town tucked behind a jungle an hour north of Puerto Vallarta, and is humid and ridiculously hot and tropical year around - would be a chill sleepy relaxed beach town. But no - this is a PARTY town. People walk here almost as fast as New Yorkers do. Granted - they may be walking barefoot and sporting an amount of sweat a swimmer can do laps in, but their pace still is anything but 'chill.'
The town's center, aka the 'Plaza' is no more than five or six short blocks but is bustling with lively shops, restaurants, busy bars, food stands and amount of locals and tourists that looks more like 2019 than the global-pandemic-year of 2020...
I came here to escape the stress of the United States as the political elections are coming up.
Thought I'd be virtually working from home, doing the same thing I'd be doing in LA more or less, but with the occasional walks to the beach and a taste of Mexican take-out or outdoor dining, but instead - I've been constantly looking for a way out of this town, anxiously feeling the stress of the crowds, the absence of masks, and the general sense of drunken wildness and pandemic-denial in this place.
I realize now that what I've been looking for here - is peace and quiet. And it's been rather challenging to find in the wild party town of Sayulita, Mexico.
Ironically - peace and quiet is what I've found back home over the last seven months. Sure - the news of the political disastrous climate, the economic collapse, and the deadly virus news are horrific and stressful to bare, but all I need to do is unplug for a bit, meditate, go INWARD, and get all the peace and quiet I need to recharge. Back home, through meditation and my daily rituals - peace and quiet is rather easily found.
It is always unexpected the gifts one get through travel...especially with a spontaneous travel to another country during a global pandemic.
This journey to AWAY that I was yearning for so much - actually showed me the value of HOME.
In April 2020, while experiencing her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling.
Header Art: Daniel Landerman