Yesterday, I got onto the local bus in San Miguel de Allende, Mexico. I soon realized I didn’t know where it was going! On the one hand, it’s a good way to see the lay of the land after recently transitioning to this country and to get familiar with it. On the other hand, I’m out of my comfort zone, facing my fears and seeing what happens along the way, in my mind as well as outside the window.
Solo travel is something I do often and highly recommend! It builds confidence and self-reliance. Who doesn’t want more of that? I remind myself of these benefits as familiar sights become less frequent and vestiges of my recognizable landscape fade from view.
I make a conscious practice of getting out of my comfort zone often. One of my favorite books, Face the Fear and Do It Anyway, by Susan Jeffers has been helpful.
I didn’t know I was going into the hinterlands when I boarded the bus in town. I misread the bright orange sign painted somewhat illegibly on the front window. I had wanted to go to La Comer, a store reminiscent of Walmart. I soon realized that the handwritten sign, La Cocer, looked like La Comer to me. Wrong! I saw what I wanted to see. A life metaphor if ever there was one. How many of us can relate?
The driver ground through the gears on the newly paved blacktop as we drove out in the countryside, picking up and dropping off passengers. I asked myself the usual question when I find myself in these kinds of situations. “What’s the worst thing that could happen?” This simple question helps me from freaking out, letting my mind go into fear-based overdrive and keeps things in perspective. Scenarios and solutions that crossed my mind were, scenario one; what if the driver’s route ends here and he won’t be driving back to town until tomorrow morning? Solution; call a taxi, wait a long time for someone to drive out here and pay for an expensive ride back. That would be costly, but effective. Scenario two; If a taxi doesn’t come out this way, which is possible, move to the next solution; rely on the kindness of strangers. I’ll ask the driver if he or someone he knows would put me up for the night. The Mexican people are extremely kind and helpful, contrary to the current opinion from the POTUS.
The driver dropped off the last passengers in this small village out in the campo (country). Now, I was the only one left on the bus. He made a sharp left at the dead-end and picked up people on the other side of the road, all waiting to go to town. Within thirty-five minutes, I was back where I started near my casita.
My mini-adventure took about an hour and a half, but it was enough for me. I decided to skip my shopping trip to La Comer. I’ll go another day, besides it was starting to rain.
I think of something a yoga teacher said in class. “Everything turns out in the end, and if it didn’t turn out, it’s not the end yet.” I find this to be true and embrace the philosophy often.