🇲🇽 Puerto Escondido- Oaxaca - 03.24.2026

"I am alone again and I want to be so; alone with the pure sky and open sea."

― Friedrich Nietzsche

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And alone

I find

is to be free

my desire

to be

alone

to be

free

to find

self

to be

Lost

and never found…

by the sea

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"For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), it's always our self we find in the sea."

― E.E. Cummings

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#theoldmanandthesea #lostbythesea

#zenbird #projectbluebird 💙🐦

If you want restore your desires… go to the sea. It will seep into you. All of the dark will be washed by the light of the mists… and the weight of the world… will be lifted off of the shoulders of your soul.

I’ve been wanting to travel to the beaches of Mexico while living in CDMX… In fact, I’ve been wanting to do many adventures while living in CDMX.

*** posterity rant ***

I even had my car here for 6 months… but spent much of that time in waste. Multiple boring trips to Toluca… and in August… instead of spending my time in Valle de Bravo (like I wanted)… I spent a month in Metepec jail helping FeaAngryLion find and move apartments. She reciprocated by helping me move… well, no… not even close… but she did perpetually screamed at me if I had any questions or curiosities about her secret private life… (think she had something to hide?) she was attentive to her “special” friends. And to me… she was distant, cold, elusive, restrictive, apathetic, inattentive… among other uncool things, for the following 3 months... she also cut me off from text communication because I asked for connection and real conversation and was told I was impolite for doing so (but she would take my apartment keys for her own selfish use) and then she disappeared for good… without another word. Sound like a good girlfriend? She thinks so…

I allowed that to go on much longer than I should have… so it’s on me for not walking out day one.

And for me… I have my peace, stability and sanity returned to me… and now it’s time to make up for lost moments… with more adventure and much less bullshit.

*** end rant ***

I have had many complications related to the surgery I had in January. Slow recovery… and my system still has limitations… mostly food intake and pain… and lately it has been depressing. I have done some of this… and some of that… and I have enjoyed much lovely company… but I haven’t been to the sea for nearly 6 months… which is disheartening… because when I left Taos, and arrived on the West Coast of California… I felt I was home. (At the time I told myself that my car would never leave the Pacific again🙄)

Plans change… or we get derailed… or a train wreck shows up in your life… but… I ended up making Mexico City my home… with the intentions of adventuring from there. Air travel within Mexico is relatively cheap… and in a spontaneous moment… I asked myself… “why haven’t you done this? Or that?” And I know the reasons… and I can only blame myself. So… within 10 minutes… I had booked a flight and a room… And Puerto Escondido it will be.

La Boliviana Sussy lived in P.Escondido before moving to CDMX… so I asked for some recommendations… she was nice enough to send me some… despite me pseudo “breaking up” with her because I can’t do drama anymore… and every time we get together… it’s drama, and I’ve been excessively drunk, on two different continents with her, on a few different occasions. So… I asked… that we love each other from afar 💔

I considered bringing one of the chicas from the city… and later received an earful for not… but there’s something profound experiencing adventure as a solo traveler. It’s all about what’s in front of you… inside you… and the connection to your environment is deep.

I arrived at Benito Juárez Airport early… this is my first domestic flight in Mexico (which confounds me)… the place is under heavy construction… and I want to find my way around in a relaxed state.

I know the airport well… but it’s a mess when I arrive. I’m flying Volaris… and my basic fair allows for a checked bag. I find check-in and the tag kiosk… scan boarding pass, accept this, ok for that, and print… nothing comes out. Chale!

I know my limitations in the Spanish language, and my accent, pronunciation and grammar are rough at best. Maybe like a drunky 3 year old… but I surprise myself. With my pool of vocabulary, basic verb conjugation, and perpetual practice (thanks to my Spanish only speaking friends). I have conversations en español.

In Spanish…

“hey lady, I need help. I use the machine over there… over there! And it does not have paper.”

“Ok… go over there to the desk with the guy in the pink jacket.“

“de donde?!?”

“Por allí!”

“A ver… perfecto… muchas gracias!”

And after… I get my suitcase tag… and I’m on my way. The place is a mess with construction so I have to periodically ask direction. I ask in Spanish and receive the answers in Spanish… at one point I pause… “who is this guy? You’re speaking a foreign language… in a foreign land.” I’ve had fantasies as a child about being that guy. Then I go to the airport tiendita and get a bottle of water and a bag of cheddar popcorn and it cost 308 pesos ($15) and I am no longer impressed with myself.

I’m on a domestic flight but head towards J gates… that’s what I know. The flight board sends me to B gates, on the opposite end of the terminal. I walk to the B gates and the flight board sends me back to G gates, opposite end… and you guessed it… when I get to G gates the flight board sends me back to B gates… “chinga!” fucking airlines. Well… it’s part of the adventure… and I need to walk more anyways.

It’s a short flight from DF to P.Escondido… an hour and 15… very simple. Grab a taxi… head to town. And there’s the sea. The Pacific Ocean… or as I adoringly call it, The SPacifiv ocean. And I feel it… the air… the mists… the light… the happiness…

I spend the evening walking the beach and watching the sunset. And the morning, long walk on the beach… the waters are warm… so I pause… drop my gear and go for a swim. And I’ve been missing this… I’m missing west coast life… I’m missing Los Angeles. I had become a beach person while living there… at first, sand everywhere is annoying. It’s on your feet, in your hair, in you mouth, in your underwear, tu culo… in your backpack… and you brush it off like it’s bad for you… and then… acceptance. You accept your life is sand… and having sand in everything. Its not that bad.

I only had two full days to explore… and I’m tight with my budget… it was 1,500 pesos for surf lessons… or rent a moto for 500 pesos for 24 hours. I can surf when I get back to LA… and a mini-moto is 8 pesos cheaper than my bottle of water and snacks at the airport.

I love being on 2-wheels… especially motorized 2-wheels… and it brings childlike grins to my heart, soul and face. I took a relatively short ride to Bocana Colotepec… they release baby sea turtles there… when I arrived there was one local woman walking off… and I had a very Long Beach to myself. I did not see another soul.

It feels like that is a difficult thing to find in Mexico… to have space to yourself. And it reinforces my decision and desires to return to the west coast of the US.

I spent every evening watching the sunset from the shore. Seeing stingrays launch from the water… and varieties of shoals of fish or dolphins or whatever… dreamy.

Puerto Escondido is a dusty tourist destination… but tranquil enough, nice people, drunk tourists, overly tan expats… good food… and it’s an affordable adventure.

Then it was time to leave. I miss the ocean… terribly… every time I tear myself away. And I’m not sure if it’s better to long for such a thing… or I need to place myself where I feel such a profound connection. It seems like that’s an easy question to answer… it is not.

I woke up in CDMX this morning… I have a couple more adventures planned in my mind… while I reside here… and in May… feather in the wind.

#mayanskies

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"When anxious, uneasy and bad thoughts come, I go to the sea, and the sea drowns them out with its great wide sounds, cleanses me with its noise, and imposes a rhythm upon everything in me that is bewildered and confused"

- Rainer Maria Rilkeiii