My Month in Mexico

  Take the Colectivo through the mountains of Chiapas. Youll take winding roads up & down, through & around, & itll be so green & natural & youll see clouds making love to mountaintops. & youll pass shacks, towns of wooden shacks, towns of stone houses w/o roofs where you would be surprised that power…

Jumping the Border

We walked to the edge of San Cristobal de Las Casas, or perhaps to the edge of the next town over, Im not really sure. There was a police checkpoint there, & 2 cops resting their elbows on the bed of a pickup truck; this was the place that we stopped @, w/ the cops…

Welcome to the Jungle

You have never sat atop the Mayan ruins of Palenque, watching pairs of butterflies either playing or fighting along the steps leading up to you, while a weedwacker runs in the distance, its sound hitting your ears like a rushing brook or whipping wind, & through those things & everything else you are seeing &…

I Am the Hero of My Own Story; My Life

I no longer can imagine having stopped after Europe. No; I can imagine it, & that reality, that pause, that stoppage of golden adventure & crystalline life scares me. It truly puts fear into me. An enemy to be feared & respected. The power of stoppage hits hard & will dig your strength, your will…

Suns Out, Thumbs Out

In life, the road only goes one way & nobody knows when the road ends.. A stranger in a bar in Tulum told me this one night. & this was the same guy that owned an apartment complex on Commercial St in Boston & who told me that Tulum was a town full of the…

#Mexico

I spent too much time in Playa del Carmen, & now I dont know where to start; I only know where to end.. I suppose I could start w/ the New Years night that we took the taxi into downtown Playa, downtown madness & arrived just as the clock was striking midnight & the fireworks…

Un Guero esta Aqui

I dont know what Im doing; I only know I have to do it. It is w/ this thought that I sometimes must live & breathe w/. Cancun was hot & humid, & I found that there was not much to do there except to go to the beach. & so I would go. I…

Christmas in Cancun

& so, Christmas morning was spent in the airport in Cancun, half asleep, fending off vulturous cab drivers that had followed me into the airport, & who salivated @ the chance to give me an overpriced ride into downtown. $60USD, theyd say. Then, $40USD, then $30USD.. I held out until 930am to take the ADO…

This, My Tour of the Americas..

I tried to avoid all this, but I cant; this is the way that it has to be. My goal is to be diamond. To forge myself into something impenetrable. To be so touched, so wrecked by this world that my physical self grows frail, gray, so wreckable that w/ even the slightest brush of…

2015 in review

I know some of you are highly anticipating me to begin posting the writings from my Tour of the Americas, and perhaps I say that vainly, but beforehand I thought it might be nice for people to review my last adventure, my European Tour. WordPress, the website that I made my blog through, put together this…