My last day in 2011 started in Mexico City, eating pozole with cousins and aunties in a restaurant named “Tony’s Place” if translated into english. It was delicious.
The rest of the day was spent sweating, running through airports, sleeping on planes, repeating to myself (in my head), “Land land land land, get to the ground get to the ground,” playing electronic monopoly, silently panicking that I couldn’t find my passport and then remembering where I had put it just a few minutes before, playing “What Animal Am I Thinking Of in 20 Questions or Less,” waiting and waiting and waiting for luggage, then waiting some more, standing in lines, eating pizza outside Terminal 35, and finally catching a cab home with an hour to spare before 2012 began.
This is a photo Kamel posted on facebook with the caption saying, “The best way to fly. Happy 2012!”
I’m not sure if he meant taking advantage of an empty seat and sleeping for most of the flight, or if he meant that it’s the best while I’m cuddled into him, asleep on his lap. But either way, I like this very much.
This year there were no parties to be had, no champagne to drink, no dressing up or fabulous groups of fabulous friends to ring out the old year and ring in the new. It was just the two of us (just like on Christmas), struggling with luggage and catching cabs, questions at customs and smiling at strangers because yes, it was in fact New Years Eve.
Here’s to new adventures, making mistakes, travel that thrills you, reaching beyond yourself for something fabulous, loving better, and remembering it all deserves some enthusiasm.