For a few months over the winter I went and spent some time in Mexico and South America. I feel drawn to Latin America and I’m not sure why, but every so often I have to just go and get my fix.
This time I surfed in Sayulita with good friends, walked my feet off in Mexico City, climbed a the ancient Pyramid of the Sun in Teotihuacan, became a Mescal connoissuer, ate my body weight in maize and tacos, went to the home of Frieda Khalo, tasted pulqe for the first time, saw peacocks in cages, lost my way amongst millions of people in one of the largest markets in world, became a mole addict, said hello to Jesus in Rio, drank caipirinhas on Ipanema with fellow English, became an Acai addict, and a cacao bean addict, spent Christmas surfing in Paradise, remember those loved and lost, spent an entire week dancing at Universal Parallelo, learnt a few things about human nature, saw the stars breathe, made friends with shadows, had things stolen, survived as a vegan in Buenos Aires, got to know the people of a city with a turbulent past, took my Spanish to the next level, did some drawings, learnt a thing or 2 about economics, and politics, caught a wave in Uruguay, realised what I knew all along I already knew, got violently mugged, twice, practiced forgiveness, understood gratefulness, witnessed resourcefulness, saw the worst and the best of human nature, practiced yoga on a lake of salt, climbed a mountain of seven colours, saw through the eyes of the ancients, surrendered to being, threw flour and danced with mirrored Devils, meditated on flowing water, glimpsed the greatness of human potential, made great friends, said goodbye to great friends, boarded an airplane a little wiser (and poorer) than 4 months before.
Thank you Las Americas, look forward to the next chapter with you.
That’s about it, in a nutshell.
Here are some pics: