Treat Yourself to a Good Cry

Do you appreciate a good cry? Even if you’re not feeling melancholy? Perhaps especially if you’re not feeling melancholy? I find it to be a gratifying release at times. I can’t just sit down and do it completely unprovoked like Holly Hunter* in Broadcast News but I have compiled a repository from which to draw from whenever I have the urge to feel hot drops of unfathomable sadness roll down my cheeks. Here are a few of them:


It’s Cool in Mérida



A little update as I desperately try to avoid the news today. I need a mental health break. Let’s look at something happy! Here is a photo of me with my hosts in Puebla, Javier and Anita. They were so sweet to me. I almost cried when Anita hugged me goodbye on my last day.


Javier and Anita.

Two years ago when I was in Mexico, I really only spent one full day in Mérida and I used it to go to Chichen Itza. I really didn’t get a good sense of the place. I thought it was a nice city, but not one I had to return to. So, nothing negative at all, but I still decided it was a bad first impression because somehow I didn’t realize that Mérida is awesome.

Of course, this is partially because it’s here that I was reunited with Ken, Martha, and Melody, my dear friends from Spanish school in Puebla two years ago. We would manage to have fun playing in a giant cardboard box if that’s where we were. But it also helps having people who know the city you’re visiting well and can show you the ropes.


Already Tomorrow in Hong Kong

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Last night, I took a chance on a movie that popped up on my Netflix home page called Already Tomorrow in Hong Kong (Emily Ting, 2015). The synopsis sounded Before Sunriseesque and I’m a sucker for a good “right place, wrong time” kind of romance. I’m also a sucker for films about travelers or ex-pats. In this case, the story centers on Americans in Hong Kong. I consume these tales, even the fictional ones, with a sense of admiration and jealousy. They give me inspiration to keep adding money into my travel fund.

Coincidentally, I had been thinking a lot lately about my week in Hong Kong which kicked off eight months of international travel back in the summer of 2014. While I enjoyed my time there enough while I was there, the more I look back, the more I appreciate it. It may have been my favorite big city I visited during my entire trip. For all the tall buildings, sea of people in the street, and oppressive humidity, I felt comfortable there almost immediately. The energy was somehow simultaneously busy and calm. I look forward to visiting again one day.