I've always referred to Brooke as "my daughter's friend" or "my daughter's best friend". Rachel and Brooke say they are one another's "person". If you've ever watched Grey's Anatomy, you know that means far more than friend. To me, it means two people connected at the heart. It's one of those connections you rarely run into, and I am happy my daughter found such a friend. I'm not sure I have what it takes to be such a friend to anybody, honestly.
|My daughter (on the left) and Brooke, taken a couple of years ago|
|This is how my daughter and her husband rode around the Island. I sat in front with Brooke.|
Brooke had been there many times before. She loves scuba diving, which I think is one thing that drew her to the island. Anyway, she made up her mind she was going to go to Cozumel come hell or high water. She worked three jobs in Texas, living frugally and putting back all the money she possibly could, finally heading to this Shangri-La in her pickup with what belongings she could stow with her two dogs (one pregnant) accompanying her. I've heard parts of the saga of her trip south through Mexico, but I won't attempt to tell them. Let's just say you won't hear about many women driving alone through Mexico.
Brooke said she's been called a hippy, and I believe that describes her well. Free spirit is another term that works.
Since she moved to Cozumel, she has learned some ways to naturally treat her symptoms and is so much better that she's now planning to apply for a work visa. She figured when she moved south that she would be able to stay two years, but with a job, she'd be able to look farther down the road. She shares some of the magical, living potions she makes, as well as her sour-dough bread, with friends.
|Some of Brooke's magical, living, breathing potions. It's a good thing she has a spare refrigerator.|
There is a sheep farm on one side of her home. For a couple of hours in the evening when it's close to their suppertime, you hear constant bleating. Everyone around the neighborhood has "yard chickens", mostly skinny, long-legged game hens. Any time after 3 AM in the morning you'll hear roosters crowing all around.
|the sheep farm|
Brooke never locks her door when she leaves, or when she turns in for the night. She figures her dogs will keep predators away. When she parks in town, she leaves the doors unlocked and the key in the ignition.
That's a brief description of my friend, Brooke. I felt I needed to introduce you to her before I began sharing my experiences in Cozumel, because without her, the trip to Mexico wouldn't have happened.