the wheels on the bus....


There is a small, rather rural community between Merida and Progreso.  Closer to the Merida side than the Progreso side.  This community is known for, among other things, its stonemasons and woodcarvers.  The stonemasons excavate and craft the local stone known as macedonia, or at least that's what I think it's called.

There is an annual Fair, or Feria in Dzitya, it's called the Tunich.   We go every year.  And every year it is nearly the same stuff.  And still we go every year.  This year was no exception.

This year when we left the Tunich, instead of heading straight out the way we had come, we took a different road, a road less traveled, at least by us.

This road took us past a storage yard of what appeared to be old parade floats, pieces and parts, that were/are for sale.  Was very cool to see, wish I had thought to take a photo. This road connected us over on the Western ring of the Periferico, which is a highway that by-passes the City.  In the USofA we called it a By-Pass.

It was quite interesting, I think it's been probably 3 years since we've been out there??  I told Tom, we should, on a clear day, and soon, drive the Periferico completely just to see what's going on out there.

So much has changed and happened in and around Merida since we go here in January 2006.  We have and had to learn so much.  And now we've become a bit insulated.  We know where to go when we need, this, that, or the other thing;  And that is pretty much where we always now go for the this, that, or the other thing.  There maybe a better place for the that, but we sort of stick with what we know.  We've stopped going to some of the 'things' that were so vital to our understanding of things here, the Merida Men's Club for Tom, the International Women's Club of Merida for me  -  heck we've even stopped going to the monthly gringo cocktail gatherings since they've switched up the location..  We stopped  going to each for a variety of reasons, and for different reasons.  These also happen to be where we met met many of our friends.  It's probably where allot of  the 'new' people are also going to make acquaintances, learn how to, where to, when to, etc.;  Just as we did!

We have our friends, some that we see regularly, some not so regularly.  There are LOTS of new people here.  We used to know everyone that was mentioned in conversations, now I'm hearing more and more new names, seeing more and more unrecognized faces.  It's overwhelming, knowing so many people, trying to keep up with the acquaintances, but how do you not meet people.  Especially when so many fun and interesting people come in to your circle of life.  Some of my friends have incredible memories, and can remember how they met a person, and when...I am constantly apologizing to people I've only seen a few times, for not remembering their name.

When we were working stiffs we had a small circle that we saw all the time.  Now,  ouf, just to plan a meal, we usually invite 6, making it a total of 8.  And even then it's hard to keep up.

Coming through Dzitya today, I asked Tom if he would enjoy living in a rural area.  His response was quite similar to my thoughts; Yes, I could enjoy living in a rural area - But I can't, it's already too difficult keeping up with the social life, How in the world could we do it from that distance.

Gosh, just where the heck am I going with this anyway,  just random concentric thoughts without a conclusion.  How do you handle retirement, are you active, always on the go, moving about, looking for more? - or are you content where and with what you have?

The wheels on the bus go round and round,
round and round,
round and round.
The wheels on the bus go round and round,
all through the town.

The wipers on the bus go Swish, swish, swish;
Swish, swish, swish;
Swish, swish, swish.
The wipers on the bus go Swish, swish, swish,
all through the town.

The horn on the bus goes Beep, beep, beep;
Beep, beep, beep;
Beep, beep, beep.
The horn on the bus goes Beep, beep, beep,
all through the town..

The money on the bus goes, Clink, clink, clink;
Clink, clink, clink;
Clink, clink, clink.
The money on the bus goes, Clink, clink, clink,
all through the town.

The Driver on the bus says "Move on back,
move on back, move on back;"
The Driver on the bus says "Move on back",
all through the town.

The baby on the bus says "Wah, wah, wah;
Wah, wah, wah;
Wah, wah, wah".
The baby on the bus says "Wah, wah, wah",
all through the town.