I realize it may seem strange to choose to comment on tourism when one is currently dunked into it in another country. Or maybe that is the exact right time to start to wonder more clearly: What are we doing to our worlds cultures, communities and places of belonging by flying large distances to stay behind walls, away from the people who live there? (Can you tell we spent the day on a bus travelling down the "Riviera Maya" past vast gates to mysterious resorts beyond?)
Who am I here?
I am a tourist - I resent it and of course, can´t deny it; I am a traveller - I want to know the reality of where I am, to go deeper; I am a person - who does not share the language, and therefore struggles to connect; I am a friend - through simple words, smiles, cookies, dog buddies, childrens laughter; I am invisible - both a stranger and an all-to-familiar sight to those who call this place home
Hmmmm, food for thought.
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