I had a great dinner tonight — one that I’ve made so many times before on this blog — Shrimp Tacos.  I know, nothing complicated.  Nothing exotic.  Nothing unusual.  Just good, satisfying tacos without the processed “stuff.”

I’m headed back to Copán tomorrow.  I know, about as boring as a taco to some of you, but to me, it means peace and quiet and a way to at least partially unplug.

There’s no way I can cut the cord completely, but from what I’ve been reading about Hacienda San Lucas these past 6 months, this ecolodge is just the place to unwind after a couple of weeks that have me wound up.  I just hope when I hit the ground after the long, twisty, turn-y ride out, I don’t spin out of control like an unleashed top.

I’m looking forward to the possibilities of beautiful scenery and great photo opportunities.  I’m hoping to quiet the worries that are swirling around in my head for a couple of days so I can come back and face the week with a smile and fresh, new ideas — possibilities.

I figured communing with nature and the memories of long gone Mayan rulers might be a good way to put things into perspective.  A coulpe of millenia ago, a ballgame similar to fútbol could end your life whether you were on the winning team (sacrificed for the win) or the losing team (killed for losing).  That thought should be enough to make the trials and tribulations of everyday modern life pale in comparison.

So I’m going to take the usual dose of Dramamine and settle in for a long ride south to Copán and enjoy the hospitality of the team at Hacienda San Lucas and hope to come back with a more upright stance after letting some of the weight of the small world I live in roll off my shoulders.

I’ll “see” you along the ride and on the other side with video and a post after I return.