tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277313567524932904.post4469615788392777942..comments2024-03-23T20:52:19.525-06:00Comments on An Alaskan in Yucatán: The CoastMarc Olsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11289566244668566622noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277313567524932904.post-71193143324174318652011-08-16T10:44:02.915-05:002011-08-16T10:44:02.915-05:00Amen,and Amen. I grew up on the "other" ...Amen,and Amen. I grew up on the "other" side of the Gulf, in Alabama. It is no longer the place I loved. Now it is a place where only the rich can go. I would love to see at least part of the beaches considered a preserve where this will never happen. My first real trip to Yucatan will be in October. Maybe I will find your special beach on my own. I seem to be drawn to them.<br /> <br />CherylAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277313567524932904.post-68557313993984065712011-08-16T02:37:59.927-05:002011-08-16T02:37:59.927-05:00I like all your posts, but this one brings to mind...I like all your posts, but this one brings to mind one of my earliest experiences in Yucatan. Jorge took me to a small beach where the "Coca-Cola" tables were on the very edge of the sea. As we savored our freshly caught shrimp and iced drinks, the waves rolled in a cooled our toes... That little bar is no longer there, and I doubt the owners of the huge home that sits on that stretch of beach will ever glimpse the magic that place once held... Keep your secrets Marc.Joannahttp://www-writingfrommerida.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277313567524932904.post-44833087490511740662011-08-14T12:51:23.728-05:002011-08-14T12:51:23.728-05:00This is a lovely place, I understand the emotions ...This is a lovely place, I understand the emotions you feel with the memories that resurface in the mind!Elettrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14231101565706675175noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277313567524932904.post-91591364435113302162011-08-13T23:55:11.792-05:002011-08-13T23:55:11.792-05:00Without accepting the fact that everything changes...Without accepting the fact that everything changes, we cannot find perfect composure. But unfortunately, although it is true, it is difficult for us to accept it. Because we cannot accept the truth of transience, we suffer. <br />Shunryu SuzukiAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277313567524932904.post-89661930182599228402011-08-13T19:50:50.850-05:002011-08-13T19:50:50.850-05:00Nice post. I remember many places like that in pa...Nice post. I remember many places like that in past years. There are a few on the Pacific side and I love to be able to walk and not see a house or a person.<br />Believe it or not, I'm heading to a place on the Texas coast that is still like that! Leaving in the morning and can't wait to look for sand dollars and shark's teeth along with walking and walking. <br />Your photos are wonderful also.<br /><br />See you on down the road..........Babshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16609157345912932083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277313567524932904.post-15377041932999177142011-08-13T13:59:02.165-05:002011-08-13T13:59:02.165-05:00I hear that Olive Garden's coming to Merida. S...I hear that Olive Garden's coming to Merida. Someone I know is imagining a gated (????) community of beach houses just down the way from our little spot in Chuburna. <br /><br />While I do not begrudge the <i>Mexican</i> people anything that would help them or improve their lives, it seems everything I hear about is geared more toward outsiders. Expats want the tastes of home, even when the same taste is found in suburban enclaves across the land, the world. The obsessive need for "security" seems to drive people to live behind gates. I am glad I don't understand it. <br /><br />Maybe it's the big emptiness of remote places. If one has lived surrounded by big city chaos, it might be hard to adjust. It's so foreign to most of us from the US, especially those along the coasts. It's telling, I think, that people who run away and start living on the road tend to roam the western states where emptiness is the norm.<br /><br />I crave the sight of nothing on the horizon, the sense that I am truly alone in a place. I don't know what differentiates folks in this regard, but I never feel truly peaceful until I am around water, preferably a lot, preferably an ocean. <br /><br />Nice post, Marc. I hope that the beach just past my house on the far side of Chuburna doesn't develop any time soon. It's a pleasure to round the corner past the last house and see nothing but water and sand and sky. <br /><br />Nice post as always. Thanks.lynettehttp://www.bigassbelle.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277313567524932904.post-42153462387580380512011-08-13T11:40:16.638-05:002011-08-13T11:40:16.638-05:00I grew up in a town, a one-hour drive away from th...I grew up in a town, a one-hour drive away from the Gulf of Mexico in the Florida Panhandle. There is an exclusive resort there, Destin, that was a quiet fishing village when I was a teenager. There were stretches of beautiful beaches, just like the ones in your photos, where you could walk for a couple of miles and see no one. Nowadays it is a tony hotspot for wealthy people who spend their time on world class golf courses and in fishing yachts. I am really looking forward to long walks on one of those secluded beaches in the Yucatán. Hopefully, we can find our "spot."Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00954933541900671235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277313567524932904.post-60669145325508962852011-08-13T11:32:35.221-05:002011-08-13T11:32:35.221-05:00See it before it's gone is my advice because &...See it before it's gone is my advice because "the times they are a changin". I remember Playa Del Carmen as a two hotel town. One generation ago...normhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04651902762232427335noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277313567524932904.post-87080323486572070482011-08-13T08:37:38.532-05:002011-08-13T08:37:38.532-05:00I thought of you, Paul, when I wrote this. The tru...I thought of you, Paul, when I wrote this. The truth is that many folks might go and look, but would rather be more comfortable in a resort. I think our secret is safe for the moment, but whether we share it or not, it might not be safe forever. Best to enjoy it now. I will not say where it is.Marc Olsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11289566244668566622noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277313567524932904.post-14592748112460779372011-08-13T08:10:15.343-05:002011-08-13T08:10:15.343-05:00A couple of Canucks, an Alaskan and I walk along a...A couple of Canucks, an Alaskan and I walk along a beautiful, pristine beach. We agree to never tell anyone else about our special find.<br /><br />Now the world knows why the place is so special. Hopefully they still don't know where it is.<br /><br />Great post, Marc. It's made me homesicker. Hopefully <br />I will still recognize our little Eden when I return.Paulhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02079619549534119142noreply@blogger.com