Are there times when something happens while traveling and you say, "OK, that's enough. It's time to go home"?
It happened to me twice yesterday in two totally different situations. First, I was waiting for someone in a parking lot in Martinsburg, West Va at noon. All of a sudden the bells in a nearby church began to toll. "Oh my" I thought. Then they went on with a melody and I felt this soulful sadness, deep, deep.
They reminded me of the church bells all over San Miguel. There are little churches and grand churches. They all at some point or the other ring their bells. It is one of the defining experiences for me in San Miguel.
Now, here I am in West Virginia, hearing bells, but no San Miguel. Something is wrong.........something is missing.
Then I go to Winchester, Va later in the day to Costco. My Costco card says MEXICO on it. It always garners a few comments. This time the girl at the register literally held up the line to tell me about wonderful experiences that she and her mother had on the Yucatan Peninsula. She was sighing as I left. Another tug at my soul and heart.
I'm here another two weeks, and having a good time, but I DO think its time to go home.........where my heart and soul sing.