Every day begins with the constant call to arms from my neighbour’s rooster…at 5 am he beat my alarm clock to the punch, and through the soft white haze of the muslin curtains shrouding my bed, I fumbled for the opening. When I stepped out onto the balcony, I could just see the faint glimmerings of the rising sun casting a weak light against the fading night. On the beach, I would have been able to see the sun appear on the horizon as a pale, buttery ball ascending the brightening sky. Here in the jungle however, it is still black as black, and so I crawl back into my nest and wait for some real sunshine to rouse me. So begins my first Monday here in Tulum…relaxed, easy, and full of hope!
