"You get to love a city if you've been happy there and suffered there. If there you've loved and hated. And have been without a cent in your pocket, struggling through the streets, and afterwards you recover and thank God everything isn't shit. Without history on your side you're like a speck of dust blowing in the wind." -- Pedro Juan Gutierrez ( Read more... )

I left paradise this morning and returned to the cities.

Two or three days in Oaxaca, then back to Mexico City. Back home soon after.

I disappeared because I am in love with life ( Read more... )

Perhaps that is why they named the guide ¨Lonely Planet¨. I am in Puerto Escondido. It is a beach town with several beaches stetching across the area. Many foreigners and among them a ton of surfers ( Read more... )

... I am sitting at a restaurant. Alone. After an unsuccessful attempt to pick up my 15 pesos worth of laundry. The small dark woman at the counter tells me to come tomorrow, and I gesture toward my current outfit explaining in broken Spanish that these are the only clothes I have left and I really need my laundry tonight, as it was promised. ( Read more... )

The cobblestone glistens with remaining drops of the recent hard rain, which comes daily. It has washed away any debris from between the cracks of the tiny streets of this already clean Southern city ( Read more... )

There is a way in which unfamiliar streets take you with them, like a river with a strong current. A way in which the city or town or a web of streets become yours in mere days or hours. A way in which you claim your own breath and limbs as you get lost in the labyrinths the way you have never felt them before. Familiarity and unfamiliarity become ( Read more... )

On Saturday I visited the Northern Terminal Bus Station in Mexico City and figured out my plans of getting to San Cristobal De Las Casas in Chiapas. I had signed up with a non-profit organization to take Spanish lessons for a week and stay with a family. Overall it is an economical arrangement, and an interesting one, of course, but the getting ( Read more... )

I am insanely tired, though slept for many many hours at my hostel, staring at about 5pm yesterday and with general success until 8:30 am this morning ( Read more... )

This morning I was woken up at 8am by a call from Germany. My sweet one's voice is one of those sounds that could wake me up from a great dream, and I would still be delighted. I told her I tried calling her a couple of times last night, and she said something along the lines of, "I know, I felt it, that's why I wanted to call you today ( Read more... )