Mazunte, Oaxaca

I entered every day to the sound of waves crashing in the distance, roosters crowing, and birds singing. Half asleep I rolled out of bed to meditate on the terrace as first light stretches its arms above the horizon, letting out one last yawn. The sun pops up like a fist through the water. Gazing … More Mazunte, Oaxaca

On appreciating too-brief connections

Travel demands a certain presence. Basic communication alone requires constant focus- especially speaking and listening, lest I get caught asking for an ensalada con polla (salad with a side of penis) instead of an ensalada sin polla (salad without penis). Needless to say, emotions are heightened and feelings are intensified. All of my senses are … More On appreciating too-brief connections

Bienvenidos a Mi Vida

“But, what are you doing down there?” I’ve been asked a couple times. Sometimes directly, often indirectly. And by indirectly, I mean with the subtle American judgement and air of superiority reserved for someone who isn’t participating in the system.  It mostly comes from me though- for the first couple weeks, I struggled with justifying … More Bienvenidos a Mi Vida