Road Trips The Space Between

A Boy’s Touch

His gentle hand caresses the soft fur as if he is savoring the most delicious thing he has ever tasted. When one hand stops the other takes over, then with both hands, the boy reads every inch of my dog. Iggy is as calm and measured as the child’s breath, understanding somehow that this is what he is meant to do. When the boy finally looks up at me, his smile communicates everything that his opaque eyes cannot. Despite myself, I smile back, knowing full well he does not see me, and knowing full well that it does not matter.

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.

3 comments on “A Boy’s Touch

  1. Mary Paston

    Grandpa eye..sniff sniff..thank you

    Sent from my iPad


    • It was a ‘grandpa eye’ moment all around. While this was happening, a young couple came up to ask about the dog and the man next to them said, “Not now, we have something special happening here”. I still get goosebumps thinking about it 🙂

  2. Joyce Luna

    Oh the heart knows

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