Zipolite, Oaxca, Mexico
Zipolite is one of those things that get away. Mindless bliss, the functions of the moment leave past and future out of the context of reality. In other words, I had a great time there, but I probably wouldn’t remember much of it, if I didn’t write it down. Where we ate yesterday, is lost with which day yesterday actually was. One moment leads to the next. Goal orientations and accomplishments are reduced to the insignificance that they actually are.
I managed to write down anecdotes and impressions along the way. I made a point of it, knowing of the coming amnesia. I think that they reflect the mindset of the place, the magic and the relaxation.
No, this is not drug induced. I couldn’t imagine that complication, if the quality of the drugs is still as they were when I was in Oaxaca in the 1970’s. I do hear stories from hippies that find themselves staying there spontaneously for months. Who knows?
Where the 60’s Never End
I came to this place to reset my inner computer, shut ‘er down and reboot anew. I found it took only hours to notice the effects of irresponsibility, freedom and stripping of ego’s concepts.
I should describe the trip to Zipolite, meeting up with friends and share some getting around travelogue information.
It had been kinda cold in Tucson for a couple of months. I was getting quite tired of shivering and wearing clothing daily. The house move certainly kept me dressed, in sweat suits that would become caked with dirt each day. I’d had enough. The time to reset the ‘ol inner computer had arrived.
This trip to Zipolite on the Oaxacan coast has been brewing for a couple of years. DF has helped me immeasurably and it is time to repay her kindness.
Mid February 2020
This is one more excursion during our Stay in Zipolite in a short story.
Safebare, DF and I are out for a stroll over to Love Beach. We have about a mile of sand and surf stretched out before us. The beach is lined with various tourist oriented enterprises, which are fun to observe along the way. The variation is tremendous. The quaint thatch beach shack motif is continuing to be popular.
I have been away. I have been on a beach writing. I have much to catch up with. The stories of Zipolite will not come at a usual pace, and most will not read like my more familiar “Trip Report” format. I’ll probably just use the material like salt and pepper sprinkled into my list of other free range wanderings. This is the first, a haphazard #1, in a series.
At About Sunrise:
DF has run off to a yoga class with a new acquaintance. I don’t follow instructions well. Keep me out of a ballroom dancing class. I stay behind to my own devices.
I take my sarong down to that gentle slope which falls to the waves, where they hit the beach.
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