🇲🇽 Under the Volcano Books & Aloha Mexico City - 04.03.2026

Aloha Mexico City… I’ll miss you every moment I’m gone. 😘

The reality is that I should have left in October… when I went to San Francisco. Drove my car out then and been done. My life would have had far less headaches.

And the present moment reality… I stayed… met some cool people… got barked at by a handful of Mexicanas… recovered my strength… had some cool adventures… went to the farmacia several times… and rode the Metro and MetroBus for a combined 7,000 km. 🚌🚋

I had decided at one point to stay an extra month… I think it revolved around the idea of spending more time with a particular young lady… short story… I moved to Del Valle Norte for a little cheaper rent. It’s what I would call middle-class urban neighborhood. No touristy things… so no tourists. There’s a cool principle market, Mercado Lazaro Cardenas. There’s a cobbler there… they repaired my Doc Marten boots for 400 pesos. It made my day. In the end… I still prefer to be in Roma Norte… more of my vibration… but I’ll worry about that when… or if I return.

I had dumped my pensive feelings this afternoon… just to focus on happy feelings. I made a visit to Under the Volcano Books in La Roma. It’s in the American Legion building… and books are in inglés. Que padre. I’m currently overloaded on luggage so I don’t need to buy another book to haul back… but I did anyways. D.H. Lawerence short novels. Súper padre.

Tomorrow morning I will be on a plane to San Antonio, Texas… I have much to do in the following weeks… so I only get to daydream about future adventure… but instead of returning to CDMX right away and getting yelled at by latinas for not fulfilling their needs at all moments… I think I’ll go to Vietnam… or New Zealand… or both.

I feel blessed for these moments in Mexico. Living along side of the people. There’s always much left unresolved in life… always… so leave it… and grasp today… and look forward to tomorrow.

"Most men lead lives of quiet desperation, and go to the grave with the song still in them."

Henry David Thoreau