They have something close to a croissant that is called a “medialuna” and it rocks. It has a high butter content and is rich and dense, and I believe they put an addictive powder from the Amazon jungle in it to make you want to never stop eating them.

#medialuna

I have never been anywhere with so many human beings crammed in one spot. I mean… I have officially entered the local gene pool simply by osmosis because I we were pressed so tight…

So… now… I wake up this morning in the very cool Coyoacán CDMX… surrounded by 21 million people, not far from the Frida Kahlo house… in the largest metropolitan city in the western hemisphere…

I saw lots here but far from all… because I do plan to return to the region and do have the intention of leaving something for the next time.

“I landed here purely out of circumstance. The last day of my apartment lease in Berkeley would be the end of February and couple of months ago I had set a specific date to be in San Miguel de Allende which was March 6th… and a boy needs to be somewhere in between.”

“I never found my rhythm in Oaxaca City… I didn’t find the nature elements that are important to me so I had difficulty connecting. Some of which is the dynamic of connecting with fellow travelers. Good things and not so enjoyable things. I don’t go into adventures with much intention… just the idea of stepping into a flow. And this one, I never found the flow and was quite happy to return to my home base in Berkeley.”

There’s a rain delay on Whidbey Island… ☕️🕉🔥 so a pitstop in Oak Harbor is in order. And the coffee is outstanding… and GenX grunge/alternative classics playing… and I’m toasty warm… and thank you baby buddha

I had a few hours between places in Berkeley… I decided to go to the coast. That’s why I landed here. The ocean. My 3 hours trip turned into a 4 day adventure. Spontaneous existence… I dig that about my life.

This would be the first trip by air in 3 years and would be the beginning of rounds of travel since I had dissolved my life in Denver. I traded my house and comfort for a life of perpetual adventure. I had never been to Seattle… so that is where I shall go… I just didn’t pay attention that it was the middle of winter and the PNW has something called an atmospheric river.

“I woke up in the parking lot of the WhiteFish Medical Center… only mildly believing I knew my own name. I was in an over-the-counter drug haze or possible NyQuil overdose…”

“I had two good days of rest in the casita. Rest… meaning me scraping off the hard water stalactites off my faucets and shower. I have well water which comes from the Española water basin. It has a mean water chemistry of 389.5mg/l of TDS in a variety of minerals and don’t know what any of that means but it said it’s not harmful and I drank some and I’m still here.”

“I came to the end of a continent to be close to this…”

“…I parked my Colorado car on a steep hill near Golden Gate park and strolled… and waited to hear the sweet song that brought me here on this day. Lots of people watching, tons of smiles, and a sunny breezy day. And there she is…” ❤️

“I have this romantic notion of following a path that Kerouac had taken. I’m not even sure he traveled Route 66 or just mapped it out to do so. I’m a sucker for nostalgia and vintage things… but at the end of the day, it doesn’t matter who walked down this road… the story is mine to write, and today, and at this moment, it’s highway 40 to Los Ángeles.”

“Remember that time on the Brwn-Line train to Kimble, that crazy person was spitting on people and threatening to kill them? …that was awesome!”

I so dig my GenX identity… 24/7💙 Yup… a stop in Aberdeen... this spot under the bridge is all full of teenage angst vibes. Cobain and I were born the same year and I saw him once. That’s it… that’s my Kurt story.“