Alright.

My writings and energies have been directed elsewhere, and it's been almost a year that I've written something here. This year has been surprisingly volatile. San Cristobal was warm and colorful at times and confusing and desolate at others. Our one room apartment was never lacking multitudes of travelers and friends who were passing through, and who sometimes stayed for many days or weeks. It was so nice to have a place of my own, which are few and far between on my path these days, and I tried to open it to all as much as possible, growing and adding to my sense of hospitality. It was hard to leave San Cristobal. In just a few short months I felt like I had a whole life there. Yoga classes, morning coffees, friends and music and art, concoctions in the kitchen, bicycle rides and gossiping with my fellow waitress and friend. All of those things made up for the insane workplace I had to put up with 6 days of the week, ha.

Canada. I feel like I've talked enough about Canada to folks, probably too much actually. I don't have any more to say here. Instead, I've started writing it all down in a deeply personal way, to myself, but perhaps one day it will turn into a book or at least some stories and poems. We'll see.

Michigan is giving me some much needed rest. Lots of alone time to think and wonder and plan and dream and deal with things. My body, too, is resting, and finally working out the dull and mysterious aches and pains that popped up after a couple weeks of no hard labor. I am staying semi-active but not pushing my body past its limits, like I did for most of the summer and fall. As always, it's nice to see friends and family and familiarity.

I am looking forward to Mexico, though I also foresee it as being a huge challenge. A challenge in finding balance, in living even more freely but with purpose, in bettering myself so that I can better the world. Though it certainly won't be a challenge to soak up some warm sun rays after these few weeks of snowy, blustery cold. Brrrrr.