GUEST COLUMN: MARLA HUNTER-BELLAVIA — From the moment I read about the space Isabel Jordan had created in Yelapa, Mexico, I knew that I was meant to go there. To visit an open palapa nestled between jungle and ocean, away from the touristy crowds, was just what I needed.
And I was excited to think that I would meet the 81-year-old visionary.  Isabel Jordan left  her prestigious position as the Assistant to the Provost (the first woman ever to be appointed to this position) at UC Santa Cruz in California to make a life in a remote village in Mexico for thirty-plus years. She knew that the job she was doing wasn’t her life’s purpose, so she followed a different path. I decided to set off on a pilgrimage in her footsteps.
When I sent off my first email to inquire about availability, I had no idea that Isabel had passed on. She was a total stranger to me. But when I found out that I would never meet her, I cried.

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