A wise person in my life recently told me, “In order to get to that place or circumstance where you want to be in your life, you have to already be there.”
I can see your eyebrows pinching together and your mind doing the “What?” thing as you read this.
Playa El Burro is one of those places I always wanted to be.
It wasn’t the first beach we hit on our trip, but it was THE beach where I already was, in my mind and in my senses in the hours, months, years, of planning for this trip.
Nestled in a sheltered bay two thirds of the way down the Sea of Cortez on the east coast of Mexico’s Baja California peninsula, it’s a place that stretches moments in time.
It wasn’t too cold or too hot, and the shore breezes, lapping waves and shade from the palapa (the wall-less palm shelter) provided a background texture on which to pause … everything.
This beach was also the furthest point of our journey and, as the laws of physics dictate, in order to reverse directions, we had no choice but to stop at that point where our direction of travel changed.
In our case, it was a four-day stop, a little longer than demanded by the laws of physics. By judging from some of the cobbled together habitations elsewhere along the beach, it was one of the shorter stops in this area.
One of my favourites had a couple of old recliner chairs under a shelter of sun facing the water and a sign that read “Live by the Sun, Love by the Moon”.
When we walked down to the little cantina at the opposite end of the beach and eavesdropped on the conversations of these “temporary” locals, I realized most of those developed palapas along the beach had obviously been occupied by the same people for several years – MUCH longer than what the laws of physics dictate.
I guessed we must be dealing with a different set of laws here, like the one that says to get where you want to go you have to already be there.
Right now, I am living in a villa in the south of Spain. The villa has a garage with two adventure touring motorcycles in it that we are using to ride the local mountain roads and to take longer trips across the Strait of Gibraltar into Morocco.
OK, I’m not REALLY living in a villa in the south of Spain but hey, it worked the last time. I am totally willing to try that theory out again.
What are you doing in your life right now, and I don’t mean REALLY!