🇲🇽 Valle de Bravo - 04.12.2026

In the last year… maybe 2 years… my time in CDMX has been about the people… my personal relationships with the Mexican population… and not so much with the land… or with nature… and there should be balance for a fulfilling experience… at least for my equation.

I have learned much… and observed and validated what I was told and calculated. There’s a surface layer of a misogynist culture… with a sublayer of the source of that, with insecure men… momma’s boys… unhealthy coddling and enabling behavior. And below that… an undulating primordial swamp of reality. The whole picture… the truth of it all… that is childish, lacks integrity, includes double-standards, absurd hypocritical jealousies, no respect of boundaries, boundary pushing, or no knowledge of what boundaries are… and it equates to everyone playing and fucking everyone in reach… within… and without committed structure… and claiming it starts at the surface layer and somehow it makes it all justified. And this becomes, “what came first, the chicken or the egg?” blame game. A circle of never ending traumas…

Fundamentally, I don’t align… I dislike it… but I have my own contradictions, untethered emotions, triggers, trauma bonding, unhealthy behaviors, lack of enforced boundaries, and selfishness… but it annoys me hearing the arguments, and complaints, and finger pointing… zero accountabilities… all while calling the kettle black (guilt of both parties)… hearing claims of transparency, commitments, exclusiveness, monogamy, loyalty… when there’s no intention of upholding any of that… and while in their feminine friend/gender circles… giggling and boasting about their loose and unsavory behavior. It’s a bit high-school… immature… shitty… all with pretend adult facades. And… the roles in the U.S. are not much different… just with a deeper delusion… and “don’t ask, don’t tell…” policy.

But on the other hand… it’s the depth of contemporary social culture in Mexico… and I live here… so… join the party.

Unfortunately, it has worn on me… and I’ve compromised my ideals, sexual health, emotional intelligence, and compassion for others. And I don’t feel like being that kind… to anyone. So… in my remaining time (less than a month)… I will balance my experiences by focusing on the land… the places… the nature… profound connection to my environment… the joy of the experience.

There is one person tho… that would hold my attention… to remain here in CDMX… an artist… we have some unfinished business… and she ironically messaged me out of the blue last week… after a year of no contact. Strange timing… but I have plan… several plans. Several set plans… and obligations… so… I won’t look back… so I say. 🫣

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Valle de Bravo. Its a pueblo high on my list of places I’ve been wanting to visit… and I e waited longer than I should have. But now is that time. This… and 2 more adventures in Mexico… and I move my life… and the balance of my things… out of Distrito Federal… at least until autumn… again… so I say. 🫣

There’s a commercial bus (camión) that runs from Central de Autobuses Observatorio in CDMX to Valle de Bravo. It’s a relatively easy hop and skip to the station from my apartment. The express trip is scheduled to be 2 hours… it’s Sunday… so an easy 2-1/2 hour ride.

I’m staying in Centro near the bus station and I’m packed light… one set of street clothes, hiking shoes, swim shorts, toothbrush, rain jacket, snacks.

I arrived and there’s a Sunday tianguis… suadero tacos, breakfast fruits, adorable people… and it is a cutie town.

I’m quite happy to hit the cobbled streets… with only a backpack… solo adventuring… and an appetite for new experiences. I’m here for 3 days… and here we go….

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