Taxco and the blahs

Been feeling a little burned out lately. I don’t want to cook. (Nibbling on cheese and tortillas and calling that dinner.) I don’t want to take the recycling or run to the dry cleaners. I don’t want to do anything, except lay on my bed and read.

Maybe I’ve been cooking too much? Spent most of the past two weeks writing and developing recipes for an online recipe-writing course. Or just — doing too much. “The envelope thing,” as my mom likes to say. She means, You’re pushing the envelope.

Yesterday I was in Taxco, and the day before that, Malinalco, and two weeks before that, Monterrey, and the week before that, New York. Two weeks before that, Atlanta.

I’ve enjoyed my trips. And I should feel blessed that I’m even taking them, instead of complaining about how I’m taking too many. But now that my schedule is “back to normal,” I think I need to veg out for a few days, just so I can feel normal again. Do you ever feel that way? How do all you frequent travelers stay sane?

(Wondering, too, if the bags under my eyes are on their way to becoming permanent. Maybe this is what happens at 31. You don’t get sleep for two weeks, and boom: you wake up with an irreversible facial deformity. Damn you, bikram yoga, for being so expensive in Mexico. Bikram is my tried-and-true eye-bag remover.)

So yes. All of this is a long way to say that I enjoyed my trip to Taxco yesterday, but perhaps I would have enjoyed it more if I hadn’t immediately returned from another trip someplace else.

I went with three girlfriends and we stayed at the beautiful Casa de las Palmas, an old colonial mansion with a terrace that overlooked the city. We walked up and down Taxco’s steep, narrow streets, and poked around jewelry stores, and had drinks at a rooftop restaurant that overlooked the square.

I bought a few pairs of earrings, and two pieces of folk art. The weather was sunny and warm enough for short sleeves.