A new(ish) series to continue in my incredibly slow manner: Urban Trees. The lungs of a city they need to be protected, inserted, respected. Merida, despite its’ lack of large, urban open spaces; is campaigning for just that as the wave of the construction boom and urban sprawl beyond the Pereferico (beltway) threatens to engulf the region.
Near the remains of the main house of the Hacienda Xcumpich in the north of the city.
Last week I poked into the abandoned, gutted, derelict hacienda Xcumpich. Close to me it didn’t tax my extremely limited energy and surplus of pain from the botched surgery in November & a recent fall that damaged my back. I was looking for more in a series of “urban trees”. Spending sunset in the ghost of the hacienda’s main house was fun even though there is basically nothing left of it and it is surrounded by new houses, a Montessori school and then a casino, hotel, convention center & supermarket. The end is nigh.
Birthday number 69. Teatro Peon Contreras for the Orquesta Sinfónica de Yucatán (OSY), a sweet Schumann and powerful Tchaikovsky crescendoes to remind me all concerts come to an end. My dear friend, Priscila, accompanied me in spite of her punishing training schedule for the 2016 Merida Triathlon (she did well). We dropped the celebratory dinner out for pizza at home so she could make her pre-dawn training.
After the not-quite catastrophic but debilitating surgeries in November in Miami; even walking a few blocks to the theater & climbing stairs to our box provoked angina. But music & friendship were far more important.