As a writer…
I’m observant…
Or as some have scolded me,
“You’re staring at people again. Stop it.”
But when I go to Tulum…
I can’t help it…
It’s an observable city…
The ruins, the Maya people, (who live like ordinary folk)…
The local shops and great eateries...
The nature preserves, and of course the beaches.
But mostly I stare...er I mean 'observe'…
The hippies. Every genre of them.
And trust me, I know hippies…
I’ve been to love-ins at Griffith Park way back when…
When the first hippies gathered in droves...
And whirled barefoot and high to music I couldn’t hear.
In Tulum you can actually see a few of those original hippies…
Evidenced by the length of their dreads…
The grunge around their toenails…
And rail thin leathery bodies with old tattoos.
Then there are the newbie hippies…
With their short dreads, clean faces…
Fat on their bones, and new tattoos.
There’s also the backpacker hippies…
Disheveled young foreigners roaming the streets…
In search of a hostel and a doobie.
And finally there are the tourist hippies…
Those bandana and hippie bangle wearing wannabes...
Trying to have an experience while on vacation.
So?
Ever been, dressed like, or wanted to be a hippie?
Or...
Have you ever been scolded for 'observing' too long?
Or...
Have you ever been scolded for 'observing' too long?
Always, Em-Musing
