“Tony doesn’t like it in here”, my mother says as she sits stoutly on the edge of my bed in her guestroom. Tony’s feathers arMom and Tonye ruffling and he is gently but persistently pecking at her hand. “I can always tell, you know. When he does that, he is somewhere he does not want to be”. She leaves the room to clear the kitchen dishes, feed the dog, get the kettle on. I am left wondering…how does she know so much about a bird? That by a small gesture and ruffling of feathers, all is clear to her? Does she know this much about me?

In October 2012, I drove 6,800 kms with my artist husband, Ric Kokotovich (www.ric.kokotovich.com), 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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