Road kill

It gets dark here early. Real early. So at 6:30 pm I was riding my beloved bicycle over to my sisters for dinner and all of a sudden it hit me. I was a fairly small mass, dressed in black. I was potential road kill. An accident waiting to happen. No helmut. No lights. No reflective clothing. No common sense obviously. Just my bottle of wine in the pannier and a hungry belly. And then I remembered. As kids we would ride our bikes around the neighborhood until someone’s mother called us all in. We didn’t care that we couldn’t see the handlebars in front of our face.  We had our freedom, and enough adrenaline to ward off any bad karma. So I said ‘fuck it’, if some pendajo hits me while I’m ‘living the dream’ than I guess that’s the way life is supposed to roll. I did, however, borrow my sisters blinky lights for the ride home, feeling somewhat guilty at being so cavalier about my hard earned 54 years. Also my mom made me. Some things never change.

In October 2012, I drove 6,800 kms with my artist husband, Ric Kokotovich (, and my dog Iggy, to spend 6 months in our adopted city of Merida. Leaving the fast paced world of Calgary behind, I packed my books, art and entrepreneurial spirit, and set off to explore what lay beyond the borders that had become my life. In October 2013 we hit the road south again, hoping to find out what ‘living the dream’ really means. This is my adventure.

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