Last Sunday

 Last Sunday morning I was wandering the airport ✈️, sketching the Bill Reid and Don Yeomans sculptures ✏️🗿 while waiting for my 8:30 direct flight to Huatulco. I had been awake for 24 hours 😵‍💫. My body was exhausted, but my heart was already somewhere else 💭🌴. I slept on the plane, squished between two strangers who turned into stories — one Mexican man living in Montreal 🇲🇽🇨🇦, visiting family, and another born in Canada 🇨🇦, living in the Lower Mainland, running a fish supply company 🐟. We talked and talked. I talked too much 😅. I was tired, nervous, and grateful for the distraction. Conversation made the time pass.

Customs took forever, as usual 🛂. They always get curious about my crystals and beads ✨📿 — but all went well 🙏. By the time I reached the highway to catch the Rapid Van 🚌, a group of six guys with luggage rushed ahead of me and filled it. I missed it 😭. The next one came twenty minutes later ⏳. I didn’t mind — I watched the sunset 🌅 from the van, feeling that familiar mix of relief and distance. The highway is rough now, broken in places 🚧, and by the time we reached Cruceros it was fully dark 🌙.

I stood on the roadside with a couple of others 🌑. They said a camioneta would come in fifteen minutes. A taxi pulled up 🚕 and asked for 200 pesos. I hesitated 🤔. Save money… or trust my instincts? My mind whispered: fifteen minutes can be long in the dark. I chose safety 🙌. I took the taxi.

I had forgotten how far Zipolite really is 🌊. Two years changes your memory. I never like arriving at night 😬. But I arrived 💛. I got my room 🛏️. And then I saw my friends — my family 🤗. We hugged. They hugged back. And suddenly everything felt right again.

Then I saw Shakira 🐕🤍. Fourteen years old now. Slow, stiff, confused at first — then realizing it was me 🥹. I saw her face soften. I saw her happiness. My poor baby. That night she slept by my door 🚪, protecting me and the cat 🐈, just like always. I felt so deeply grateful 🙏.

And honestly… thank God I escaped Vancouver 🏙️➡️🌴.
I am safe in Zipolite 🌊✨.
Held by friends 🤍, protected by love 🐾, and finally breathing again 😌💨.

And that was my Sunday 💫