Moving On

The following poem about moving on is not a message to leave people behind, but to leave behind the pain and the hurt. This is a call to map a future that is more like today, not a painful repetition of yesterday’s suffering. Your power lies in your presence today.

A Healing Poem about Moving On

Just holding tight,
Clinging to what I know.
My life has passed me by,
Masked by a night–
But it’s so hard to let go.
How can I trust myself?
I thought the chaos was really me,
And I know no other way.
Now these thoughts burn my soul.
I don’t think they’re me anymore.
I don’t want to be this person,
And I don’t want to suffer the fate
Of what I thought was meant to be.
I sense a river a joy,
And I sense it’s in me.
Ready for this road to end–
Where it began I forget.
Where it turns I’ve been that way,
But not in this way, not yet.
I’m forgiving my yesterday,
I’m letting the past stay there.
New doors are opening for me,
And now I’m going somewhere.
The light has shone upon me today,
And a familiar voice whispers, saying
Somewhere inside I need to change.
My thoughts will change my way.
These tears fall
From a place I miss,
But this place I remember now.
I remember I can go there,
And I remember how.
Through love,
My heart whispers,
Is how you go back home.
Suffering you can kiss
For in it you do not belong.
If I look far out across that place,
Through the barren lands
Of my past,
Happiness left a single trace.
Somehow it lingered and it lasts,
And it carves for me now
A new past.
This is the path I’m taking,
And on it I’m making love
My foundation.
I see now with eyes so clear
That all I love I can still hold dear.
Any departure from love is just fear,
And nothing else exists.
In this truth I now live.

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Huatulco to Zipolite, Sunday, 2nd Day

2nd Day – Sunday – Well, we survived the first night, and so I said to Toni – well – “It’s a third world thing”.  That didn’t go over well at all!  She wanted to move to another hotel.  I told we just paid $220.00 for the week and they won’t give us a refund.  I said “Let’s try it another night.”  Toni replied, “you’ll be sleeping alone, because I’ll be sleeping in the car.”

After the frightful night, we decided to make the best of the day.  We spent the morning watching the beach goers on Playa Zipolite.  Some were clothed, some were nude, some were jogging, others were walking their dogs.  Others were doing yoga in many different ways, some even had headsets on, and were literally dancing along the beach.  There wasn’t a set pattern.  Couples and singles were enjoying life in their own way.  It’s a beautiful sight to see as we watched the sun starting to rise east of the beach.

Later that morning, we met a  married couple of eleven years, Malena and Pablo, on the beach, outside of our room.  Pablo is from California and Malena was born in Mexico.  Pablo and I struck up a conversation about our t-shirt.  We both had a Bob Marley t-shirt on – what a coincidence.  Pablo told us that he lived in Port Antonio, Jamaica and was married to a Jamaican woman for seven years and that he’s got two children in Jamaica. He went on to describe how he got to Jamaica in the early 1990’s on a sailboat (he was part of the crew that was abandoned there by the person who hired them to sail the boat there – that’s a whole different story).  Anyway, after being abandoned in Jamaica, he loved the place so much that he decided to stay.  Met his former wife, had two kids, got divorced and here he is again.

Anyway, we sat around with them for a couple of hours, drinking cerveza (beer) and tequila – should I say, I drank cerveza and Toni drank tequila.  After they left, I decided to take a dip in the ocean – it was refreshing –  however, it wasn’t easy to swim because the water was kind of rough.  Well, not kind of – Zipolite beach is not a swimming beach.  It’s a place where people from all over the world come to sun naked or walk the beach either clothed, half clothed or nothing at all.

We made the best of the second day, which was Sunday, by driving all over the immediate area.  While driving, we noticed a campground called Ranchos Los Angeles.  Being we are campground owners, we decided to check it out.  I don’t remember how many ‘hectares’ it is, but the ground was beautiful.  It had areas for tent, rv’s, motorhomes and also a hotel on the property.  While walking around, we saw a camper parked in an area, that looked just impossible to get into.   We noticed that there was a couple sitting in front of the camper, so I said to them “May I ask a question?  How did you get this camper into your lot?”  The gentleman replied – “It wasn’t that bad.  We didn’t have all these bushes around, four years ago.  After we parked the camper, we planted all the bushes around it, and made it our special place.”  The gentleman then invited us to join them on their patio.  They asked us where we are from – we told them Minnesota.  They then said that she’s, Leslie from St. Paul, Minnesota and he’s Mike from Hayward, Wisconsin and that he had owned a campground in Hayward, near the Lac Courte Oreilles Reservation.

We sat with Leslie and Mike for about an hour drinking a couple of Coronas, sharing our lives including that we run a campground in Sandstone, MN.  Then they said they had to go, because they wanted to watch the Eagles and Vikings game with other people from Minnesota at the club house. They went one way on the campground and we went another direction.

About ten minutes later, on our way out the campground, Mike ran up to us and said, “Are you the couple that runs the clothing-optional campground near Sandstone?”  We said “Yes, why?.”  He said there is a couple in the club house that says there is a black couple that runs a great clothing optional campground near Sandstone and that they were planning on going there next summer.

After telling them yes, they invited us into the club house and introduced us to the couple from  Annandale, MN.  They said they were planning on coming because they heard good things about the campground and knew that it was run by a black couple.  What a coincidence to meet a couple in Zipolite, almost 2800 miles away who knew of us and were planning on coming to the campground?  It was like wow!  We sat with them for the first quarter  of the Eagles and Vikings’ game, said our goodbyes and went our way.  Just as we were about to leave, the male half from the couple from the Annandale area shouted out, “See you next summer at the campground!”

From there we drove some of the back roads, then went to downtown Zipolite for the night life, saw a small ‘European Comedy and Mime Show’ at one of the hotels on the beach.

Well, was late now, about 11 pm, Toni started to fear the torture of going back to our room at Hotel Salmastro.  She said this was the last night that we’ll be staying there and I promised her we would get somewhere else to stay for the rest of the week.

With that, we headed to Lola’s Restaurant to get a couple shots of tequila, so that we can sleep. After drinking a couple shots, Toni turned around and said to me, “Have you ever heard of the song, ‘I left my heart in San Francisco.”  I said “Yup!”.  She said, here is a new version, “I left my liver in Zipolite … so that I can sleep.”  It’s funny now, but it wasn’t funny then.  She was petrified about going back to our room.

Well, we survived the night.  Actually, we only stayed in the room for a couple hours and spent most of the time during the night on the beach, drinking tequila (yup, we bought a bottle).  Toni had far fewer ant bites than the night before and I was still untouched.  I guess it’s because she’s so sweet. But she did say to me firmly, “we are moving tomorrow, or I’m sleeping in the car!”  

It’s getting better.  We’ll be updating Day 3 shortly.




Huatulco to Zipolite, Day One

We have always wanted to go to Oaxaca, Mexico, but didn’t know exactly what part of the state to visit.  May of last year, we were contacted by a “nomad blogger” who wanted to do a review of the campground in lieu of giving her a couple days free camping.   We agreed to it.   She arrived at the campground in early June.  When she got here, she started to tell us about Zipolite, a hippie like beach community, just south of Huatulco in the State of Oaxaca.  

She told us that we needed to visit and recommended that we come when she would be there also.  She was planning on being there from November 2017 to April 2018.

With her glowing recommendations, we booked our flight.  We took her word and, sent down the deposit for them to hold the room for us. 

We’ll do our best to do a timely update. but here is a chronological account of our trip.

Day 1. We arrived on Saturday about noon to Huatulco airport. It’s small, and reminded me of Montego Bay airport in Jamaica. It’s small, clean and the people are friendly.

We picked up our rental car at Avis, and with the recommendation of many who have traveled to the area, rented a car with full coverage insurance. We just didn’t want to worry about anything.

With our Google translator, we asked directions to Zipolite. The ‘Señor‘ said,”take a right, then a right, and it’s about an hour away. On the way you’ll see a sign that says Puerto Angel, turn right and it will take you to Zipolite.”

Luckily, we asked directions because about five miles away from the airport, we lost cell service. Therefore, we were traveling blind. About 30 minutes into driving, I said to Toni “Do you think we are going in the right direction?” Toni responded, “well, you’ve got a built in GPS, so I know we are going the right direction.”

She was absolutely right, the GPS started to speak, “turn right in 600 meters to Puerto Angel.” Really, as it was speaking, we noticed the turn, took it and we were still on track. About 20 minutes later, we were in front of Hotel Salmastro in Zipolite.

The driving wasn’t that bad. The roads were windy. The speed limit went from 40 kph to 60 kph, most of the way. Everyone kept on passing us, because we were driving the speed limit… or maybe I should say it a different way – “No one drives the speed limit.” They drove about twice as fast as we were. However, the local drivers were courteous and didn’t try to run us off the road.

So, now we are at the hotel and they showed us our room. It wasn’t that big, and for what we paid, about $35.00 per night, we weren’t expecting much. We both agreed that it was acceptable and paid for our week (a little glitch – they had raised the price to around $37.00 (700 pesos), and that’s what they wanted us to pay. I showed ‘Stephano” the email confirmation for 600 pesos/$35.00 per night – and that’s what we paid for the week). Where else can you get a room on a famous beach for $35.00 per night?  After all, this hotel was highly recommended by one of our 2017 campers at Two Creeks who visited Zipolite about four times over the last three years.  

Well, we drank a couple of drinks, ate fish ceviche, and laid on the recliners. Toni fell into a deep sleep, and actually slept until the sun set – and it was a beautiful sunset. While Toni was lounging around, Glen walked to the other side of the beach and came back about 30 minutes later. We then went to Lola’s restaurant, just feet away for dinner. I think it was around 9 pm or so. Dinner was fantastic.

Because it was our first day, we were both exhausted, so around 10 pm, we decided to go to bed. Well, that’s what we “planned” to do… we got a big surprise… first Toni couldn’t find a mirror – there was no mirror in the room at all. We already knew the bathroom didn’t have a seat cover, but it was ‘clean’ (we thought). How was she supposed to take her makeup off? That’s only the beginning, we pulled the sheets back, it was crawling with ants. Yup, tiny red ants. Luckily we had brought some bug spray, so we sprayed the bed, put the sheets back on top – and I tried to comfort Toni.

That’s right, Toni was freaking out – “the ants are going to eat us alive”, she exclaimed. I jokingly, tried to tell her, it’s not that bad – if you know me, I try to turn negative stuff/situations into positive, so I said – “Well, you’ve heard of Naked And Afraid” – well, consider this “On The Beach And Afraid’! It didn’t go over well – Toni said, she needed a shot of tequila. So, we went back to Lola’s and got a couple shots of tequila, went back to the room, pulled down the mosquito net, kept our clothes on, and tried to sleep. Needless to say, I slept well, and Toni was virtually up all night. She was terrified and was scratching from the ants we didn’t kill.  For some unknown reason, the ants didn’t bite me.

Stay tuned for Day 2 – it only gets better.

Why we had to change to another hotel