Salmon Upstream
Booking my ticket to Oaxaca ended up being a little more of an up hill struggle than expected. When things don’t flow, I question if I am doing the right thing and I started to feel like a salmon swimming upstream.
Firstly, I was planning on doing a workshop with a Jungian Psychotherapist in Oaxaca. Despite feeling ‘over processed’ from Spiritual Psychology, I thought this would be a new experience and my trip at least would begin as part of a group and an organised format.
Then the workshop got cancelled…
Ok, fine I will go it alone. The morning of Saturday 22nd October I try and book my flight. AeroMexico call me to say the flight was only reserved and my card was declined. Ok, I said, I am at Wholefoods at the check out, please can you call me back in an hour and I will phone the bank and see what is going on.
AeroMexico, did not call me back.
Maybe I am not meant to go to Mexico???
Later that day, I meet a fabulous fellow French female who not only shared an ex (a tentative term, more like a fling), whose pool we were sat around, we also shared a desire to see Latin America and figure out our future.
We excitedly talked about leaving for Mexico together the following week. Frenchie couldn’t quite flea as fast as me because she had to organise her apartment and so I said, I would tackle the first leg alone, but I did not want to delay booking my flight anymore.
So I logged on to AeroMexico again and the prices had more than doubled!! I really wanted to get there before the weekend of October 28th, but it was impossible at a reasonable price. Ok, I surrender, I will leave on Monday 31st and get there just in time for the Day of the Dead celebrations.
Then a friend contacted me on Facebook asking if i would be in Oaxaca for a great party and I said I had done everything I could to get there for the weekend, but the forces were against me.
‘Where are you now?’ He asked.
“I’m still in LA.’
‘Thats why you couldn’t get a flight. You need to go and do a workshop with someone called Dr. Gino Yu in Hollywood. Tomorrow.’
‘Ok, I said’
So maybe I was always in the flow…
This story may or may not have relevance in my travel plans. But there might be a work opportunity in a new retreat center in Tulum, Mexico potentially opening early next year.
So I completed the workshop and merrily got my bag packed and borded the plane on Monday, and missed another great party because of a 3 hour delay between my connecting flight from Mexico City to Oaxaca…
Anyhow, there’s always a party right? And in my opinion, what you don’t go to, you don’t miss. The most important thing is, I arrived safely.
The Chic Seeker 
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