I’m traveling and yesterday as everyday, kept reminding myself that the Master is in charge of my life. You see, I have turned it over – my life. Whatever happens good and bad, it is what it is. When there’s a tight spot, I have faith that all will be well and taken care of. Yesterday, this faith was put to the test for the entire day…
I had actually read a chapter in Autobiography of a Yogi before I left, where he was challenged by his brother to travel to another town with a one-way train ticket and tour the places he wanted to see, get enough food to eat and travel back without bringing any money, without begging for money or asking anyone for help. Yogananda accepted the challenge, was immediately befriended by some people on the train who dragged him along to be their guest at someone’s house because the guest he had invited couldn’t make it. He was treated to a meal with several courses, his entire day was filled with extraordinary coincidences where he was not only taken care of but lavishly.
So when I woke up with a little worry that my ride might not wake up to be there on time, I reminded myself what faith can do for you. My “ride” showed up early. Next…onto the airport. I arrived 2 hours early (for international flight). Went to express check in. The machine wouldn’t scan my passport, so I asked the service lady for help (she had sent the previous guy to the end of the service line, so that’s what I expected). She immediately looked at my passport and checked me into my flight.
Next, onto airport security. The lady asked to see my boarding pass to see if I had express TSA standing. Yes. Shortcut through security. Next. Order a latte’ and wait for my flight.
The first flight flew into Denver and landed with snow falling. I thought oh-oh, if this snowfall keeps up at this rate, maybe I’ll be stuck in Denver. Two hours later, the flight was delayed by only a few minutes while the plane was de-iced. We took off almost on time. Arriving in Cancun, Mexico, the flight was about 15 minutes late, I kept hearing Arlene’s words: the last bus to Progreso is at 10:00 pm. I didn’t know the address of where she was staying, just knew how to reach her by email (but I had no internet connection), or by phone (no phone). I had to take a bus from the airport to downtown Cancun bus station then another bus to Merida, then take a taxi to a restaurant she was waiting for me at, to then go on to Progreso.
The airport customs line was very long. After exiting, I found where to get a ride to the bus station and the guy in charge of these rides told me that the next ride was at 5:30, getting me to the station too late. I told him my schedule I have to meet to connect with my friend. He said you would have to take a taxi. I asked how much is a taxi? He said it’s very expensive at the airport. Groan.. So my first 800 pesos took me on a 30 minute taxi ride to the bus station. I went up to the window and found out that I didn’t have enough pesos to take the bus I needed to get on. What next? I had to walk across the street to purchase pesos.
Next – now there’s a line at the bus ticket window. (repeat mantra). wait. Finally, I said – next bus to Merida! She said – it leaves at 6:00 pm. That would get me to Merida bus station (not the restaurant) at 10:00 pm (and not the bus station that goes to Progreso). I need one that leaves now! I said. She said – “want to take the Platinum”. It’s leaving right now, let me see if you can get on it.
Everyone is nodding and looking ready to leave. I purchase the Platinum bus ticket for 574 pesos for a 4 hour bus ride and walk onto a luxurious bus with reclining seats, private tv or music (my own personal headphones) and watch Battle Ship in Spanish for a while. The bus arrived in Merida about 9:30 and luckily the one taxi at the bus station (already hired by a young woman), asked her if she would mind sharing. We were off! I showed the driver the address to the restaurant. He shook his head and said “oh yes! I know that restaurant!”. Again we’re off – I’m watching the time now – I had no idea the Merida was such a big city!
The driver keeps asking “this is your first time in Merida?” I said yes. He drove me by a couple of community soccer games, then by some beautiful mansions – what a beautiful city! And I nervously said – we have to catch the last bus at 10 pm – as he is trying to slow down to show me some of the highlights. (Why!? do I worry!?!!).
We arrived at the restaurant, I pay the driver, thank him and see Arlene standing out front waving her arms and clapping happily! I can hardly believe this! It worked. So since leaving home at 4:30 am Central Time, I arrive at this restaurant to meet my friend almost right on time to eat some Chaya soup and drink a Chaya juice with a local guitarist playing music on stage before 10 pm. She decided we would share a cab to the house so I could eat and I thought – what the heck – it’s my first time in Merida!