Follow Your Dream, Day #239: The Road to Puebla

The Lordbus is on the move! After a run of amazing shows at Mexico City's National Auditorium, we're en route to Puebla.

Mexico City was an amazing experience. After starting this tour in the winter of China, followed by a whirlwind blitz through Taiwan, traveling south of the Tropic of Cancer to Mexico and feeling the heat of the sun upon your face is an amazing juxtaposition.

The total amount of mileage accrued on this tour is roughly equivalent to the equatorial circumference of the Earth. If you love travel -- if you crave adventure -- there is no other experience like this. It's unbelievably addictive.

I'll share with you a fun story: we were on the Lordbus, en route to the hotel after a performance, going into a day off. You know how I've written here in this journal before that the Lordbus is like a mullet? Business in the front and party in the back?

I normally sit up front. That night, I headed to the back.

We put on some trad music, shared stories, sang songs, and some beer may have been involved.

It was, quite simply, some darn good craic.

I'm smiling right now. At the back of the bus, I can hear more trad music playing, singing, laughter, and Connor Smyth's voice. Meanwhile, in front of the bus, there's an amazing tableau of mountain peaks. Where once Mesoamericans and Aztecs and Spanish once explored, now there is a rich Mexican culture settled in this beautiful area -- and a bus full of Irish lads driving through it, singing and making merriment.

God, I love this adventure. I love it more than anything else I've ever done in my life.

And how cool is it for today's Irish dancers, huh? Twenty-five years ago, Irish step dancing was an obscure art form that nobody had really heard of. Then came our chief, Michael Flatley, and he changed the world. Today, the best of the best Irish dancers are able to see the world, stay in great hotels, and get paid to bring *joy* to people every night.

Life is more than just paying bills and going shopping. Life can be full and wondrous and exciting. Mathematically, I'm middle-aged; I honestly don't know if there are more days ahead of me than behind me. But it makes me very determined to enjoy each moment.

And here, now, on the Lordbus, as we traverse the montane forests of this beautiful countryside that looks like something out of a C.S. Lewis novel, with the sound of singing and Irish trad music in my ears, I intend to do just that.

Get ready, Puebla. Lord of the Dance is on its way.

-Written from the Lordbus, somewhere in the mountains between Mexico City and Puebla, February 12, 2020.


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