What I'd really like to say in response is why not? Travel is all about seeing and experiencing new cultures, new people, new things.
As my aunt always said, I wouldn't have missed it for the world!
Huichols in the village of Yelapa, Mexico.
Fire dancers in Bucerias, Mexico.
A vendor in San Pedro, Belize carrying her wares on top her head.
Beach vendor on Playa Norte, Isla Mujeres.
A woman selling fruit in West Bay, Roatan.
School girls and a local delivering beer on Isla Mujeres, Mexico.
A young woman walking down the street in her 'hair/fur skirt' in El Centro, Isla Mujeres. A friend told me this is the typical dress in Chamula, Mexico, another place I hope to visit someday!
One of the girls from Chiapas who sell Guatemalan woven goods on the beach on Isla Mujeres.
A little boy who marched as El Presidente in the Dia de la Revolucion parade on Isla Mujeres.
A Rastafarian with his kids on Caye Caulker, Belize.
One of the bullfighters of small stature (they refer to them as midget bullfighters) waiting to perform on Isla Mujeres.
Mariachis leading a December procession through El Centro on Isla Mujeres.
Crazy woman on top El Castillo at Chichen Itza.
Recently on Roatan, we boarded a boat for the short ride to West End late one afternoon. It wasn't a licensed water taxi -- just a guy returning from West Bay who wanted to make a little money on his way home. While I was looking at several inches of water in the bottom of the boat wondering if we needed to start bailing, Big John struck up a conversation.
He wanted to know where we were from. After giving him a short 411 on us, I asked him if he was from Roatan. He said generations of his family had always lived on Roatan, and he had never left the island except for one short day trip to Utila, the next Bay Island over. I'll admit that blew me away since Roatan is only 30 miles offshore from mainland Honduras and many people go there to shop. He owns boats and runs fishing and snorkeling tours out of West End. He said his sister wanted him to come to Boston and live there, but he had no desire to leave his home and life in the Caribbean. And really, why would he want to trade the life he knows and loves to work multiple jobs and shovel snow in Boston! We talked about the beauty of Roatan and how lucky he is to live there.
We ran into Big John several times, and he introduced us to his wife and happy little boy who loved to run down the dock and greet us with the latest version of hand slaps.
And that is why we love to travel and stay for more than a day!