I am home.
As some of you know, I have been traveling in Mexico for the past week or so. I arrived home this morning around nine. I had an absolutely amazing time and I am pretty disappointed about having to come home.
What I did :
I made it to Mazatlan, Puerto Vallarta and Guadalajara.
Took lots of pictures and then lost my camera.
Managed to spend less than $100 and lived like a princess.
I got to visit a significant escape point of Herman Melville's.
Feel deeply in love with a handsome Chilean fellow. Deeply in love.
I cut off all my hair.
Improved my Spanish significantly.
Drank a lot of cerveza y tequila.
Swam in the ocean amongst flying fish and dolphins.
And more.
I admit it is nice to be able to be in my undies in my own bed but coming home is always such a let down. I wish I could travel the world forever. I could forget about it all. I could be wild and free as nature intended.
Maybe some pictures to illustrate my point . . .
























I took those in Mazatlan. The one of me was taken in Puerto.
I'm not done yet.
Before I left I had a wonderful birthday party:





















xeyesxthatxliex captured the moment.
Alls I can say is that it was no easy feat dragging my ass to Mexico in the morning. Lots of love and lots of alcohol.
My actual birthday was pretty neat as well. I woke up and started writing in my journal about all the drama in my life, people and work and blah blah blah. About a page into it, I said to myself, you know what, fuck it, today I'm not gonna think about tomorrow and I'm not gonna think about yesterday, I'm going to be 100% in this moment and make SURE my birthday is grand. And guess what, it fucking was. I got up, I got stoned, I went to my 11 o'clock class, I rode my bike to the beach, I went shopping with vice_vice_baby, we came home, got stoned again, got Chen's (best Chinese food EVER.) take out delivered and watched movies. And for the first time in my life, I realized that I actually am completely in control of my life and my happiness.
Right now, I am too exhausted to think about things in depth.
I know in the morning I will wake up lonely, wondering what could have been and missing people dearly.
Well, It was fun while it lasted, but now it's back to business. Or is it?

