🇲🇽>🇺🇸 CDMX to San Antonio, TX - 04.04.2026

"I saw

that my life

was a vast glowing empty page

and I could do anything

I wanted."

- Jack

It’s been close to a year and half since I had made the commitment to make Mexico City my center point of origin… and I have much, much to say about the experience. I’m sitting in the MEX airport this morning, with 65 kilos of gear, feeling very strange, and very empty… pensive… or maybe I’m just tired… I suppose that’s how one should feel leaving a place that you connect with… you adore… that excites you… annoys you… makes you comfortably uncomfortable… that you wedged your body and soul into a corner to make it a home.

I have some background excitement to sort out some life in the U.S. — to be in the vast landscapes of glorious nature… to see my friends… to use the annoying imperial system of measurement instead of the rational metric system that the rest of the world uses. I’m always troubled with F°<>C° conversations. And to speak my language in full.

I speak Spanish everyday in Mexico. In my everyday life… at the market… with the people… with my friends. I rarely speak the English language… except to myself… and only in my mind. When I talk out loud… it’s in Spanish… when curse out loud… in Spanish. When I’m really mad… muscle memory… and it’s good old English. “Bullshit!!!!” or “mother fucker!!!!”

I like to talk… in English… poetically… and with depth… with way too many words… more than is needed. I love expressing with the written and spoken word. And in Spanish… it’s basic… I was able to communicate my needs to the cobbler to fix the holes and the soles of my Doc Marten boots… umm 400 pesos ($25 US) by the way. But with my friends… Fatima picks me up in the morning and talks for 5 minutes followed by “entendiste?”

“Algo” I haven’t had my coffee and I need to fully concentrate on the conversion. I stumble with the language like a child… which is fine on some levels.

But… I want to fully express… and I have much to share… even if it’s just to hear the sound of my own voice.

And that’s that… I’m ready to scream… on a mountain top… for no other reason than to hear the echo… and we are never alone.

🇲🇽>🇺🇸 😔🥰🙏💔❤️‍🔥

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When you leave your car sitting for 3 months… you’ll have a dead battery. One new battery, fresh oil change, a thorough wash… and we are both very happy to be far from Toluca.

I had some slight culture shock coming back this time…. I stopped for a sandwich and the gal asked me, “what can I get for you?!?” I couldn’t get my mouth to work in English… “quiero… quiero… wait… food… I want food!”

I go to Denver tomorrow for a few days before I return to my shiny car to get the hell out of Texas.