it's hard to know where to begin.
it makes a body wonder how so much living gets crammed into a life...
when last i connected with you, o vast interwebs, i'd been in mexico for a moment, but the experience had truly just begun.
& now i'm back stateside, where its easier to get a hold of something called a bacon buffalo ranch chicken McSandwich than it is to get an actual chicken. merr.
i've got to admit i've been a bit spoiled: woken by roosters and the sun, privy to in-season citrus fruits i'd never seen, papaya con limon, walking through a fairyland of wild flowers, made pliant by the dual action of mezcal and manual labor, in the midst of a vibrant food culture, passing time with wonderful humans, graciously fed amazing meals by the wonderful Madame Flowers, cups full of amazing coffee, basking in the glow of a life free from cell phones and superfluous social media.
Mexico is magical. & i hope to get back there to explore more, visit the beautiful souls i was privileged to meet & get closer to, and hopefully improve my fledgeling spanish skills.
among the many lessons learned on this adventure, though, is the fact that i want all my travels to have purpose: to work on a project, to learn, to teach. i don't want to be a tourist, i want to actively contribute to collective endeavors.
And that's exactly what i got to do during my stay in Santa Rosa.
