3 Memories of Mexico
Nearly five months ago, I was in Tulum and Cancun on the Yucatan Peninsula. I keep trying to write about it, but I keep having trouble finding the right words. I wanted to write about all the little moments over those two weeks that I think about from time to time and smile. About sitting in an underground river. About ordering seafood in crude Spanish and getting exactly what I ordered. About drunkenly running into the ocean with an entire bridal party at the end of a beach wedding. It thought that if I just kept trying, I’d find a way to turn all of it into a story. They each make for a pretty paragraph or two, but I can’t get them to string together into something more. I write them down and it's just a list of things that happened. There’s a throughline in that they all happened one after another, but they don’t sum up in the way I wish they did. Arguably, it is the writer's job to construct the narrative. To wrangle the facts into a shape that someone would want to rea...