I've been feeling a little guilty that I told the internet I don't like Mexico. It's normal to get cranky now and then and who doesn't take it out on their setting? Right?
Since posting yesterday I've watched for something good, something that I like about living here, something that I could never experience in Chicago. Today it hit me: my morning runs along the ocean.
Aside from the fact that I hate running and more times than not I'm chanting "I hate this I hate this I hate this" in my head, it's a fairly pleasant experience. The path is wide enough to pass people (assuming they move to the side and don't freeze in the center when they hear you approaching) with little decorative stones and a rope fence. It's cut into the rocks and winds along the shore so you never run in a straight line. That might annoy some people, but since I hate running the constant turns distract me from what it is I'm doing there.
The best part is at the end of the path. I've mentioned the large circle where we stretch out and watch the fish as they leap through the air. Some days the waves are big enough that they splash against the wall and onto the landing. I normally stand on the far side so I'm out of the way and don't have my back to anyone, but today I stood right at the edge.
Every few minutes a wave crashed against the wall and water shot straight above me. I'm not sure if it's a genius design, pure luck, or a combination of the two, but the water never hit me. I watched the surf swirl over the rocks, the water rising within two feet of where I was standing. When I leaned over to stretch my legs it was as if the water had surrounded me, and with my back was to the other people I felt enveloped on an island all my own.
I suppose a private island for working out is a good thing about living here. ;)