Last days in Mexico.

6am and I am waiting for the bus, it seems to be running late, but a perfect way to summon it is by doing something engrossing like blogging. I am currently in San Cristobal de casa, very very cold but surrounded by quiet mountains and a soft beauty. Because of the weather I am layered like a good Californian, however that means I am wearing over 50% of the clothing in my bag. You would think that would make it lighter, but it doesn't.

I'm about to go see an important bunch of rocks but all I can think of is my nice warm bed, or even how I could sleep on the bus if it would ever get here.

South, south, south I go!

I've spent over 3 months in Mexico, and time truly passes with the blink of an eye. I have finished all my workshops, I have fallen in love with a people and a landscape, and now it is time to head south and east to a new horizon.

It's crazy, one moment I am the expert, running a class, people are looking to me for the answer and then the next I am in a store pantomiming the fact that I need dental floss, how the heck do you say dental floss in Spanish?

One of my best friends, Elana Brutman, told me "you live 17 lives in a few weeks while traveling" and that is a phrase that pops into my head continuously, it's so true, almost each day I live, I die, I have some form of heartache and a lot of joy. For example I didn't know that saying good-bye would be so hard. I enter homes, stay for a few days and then I have to leave. It's not like a hostel, where I come I go I throw my stinky shoes on the floor. No this is a family, mom does my laundry AND folds it, we eat breakfast together, talk about love and life and drink wine, and it never get's easier. I've collected so many friends, so much family, and cozy places for my head and heart to rest that I become incapacitated with love. Everyday there is so so much, I feel wild and crazy in my mind with so many beautiful and terrible things forcing their way in through my eyes.

Last night I rode a 12 hour bus through the night, I'm not a fan of night buses, they steal the landscape from my eyes but still it is nice to be back on a bus, the winding darkness, and the anonymity of being just another backpacker.

I can't believe my time here is almost up, I want to move on and explore the rest of this amazing world but at the same time Mexico is feeling like my home, tears will be shed, again.

But on a brighter note speaking Spanish isn't manifesting at a speed that I desire but understanding it is coming along nicely, as long as it's nothing complex, but I wanted to remind the world there is one VERY important phrase to learn while traveling, AND learning a second language can be fun!

La Isla de las Munecas

The Isla de las Munecas, also known as the Island of the Dolls, is super creepy, here is my visual trip.

Dia de los muertos~Patzcaro MX

I love the Mexican holiday dia de los muertos. For years I'e been celebrating it in S.F. where we paint our faces like catrinas, walk a processional, and visit alters with ofrendas. 

It was really important to me on this trip to see dia de los muertos in a traditional setting, and I had heard that Patzcuaro is the place to be. Seeing that it is the place to be things get booked, and prices go up 400%, and I was afraid that I wouldn't make it or have a place to stay and my dreams would be crushed. But they weren't.
After meeting a guy in Ensenada that used www.couchsurfing.com while he traveled all over Europe I felt like I should check it out, and I'm glad I did. I meet this adorable artisan couple that sell their jewelry online , their business is called Rojo Pitaya.

Not only were they amazing, and sweet, but they lived in an adobe house in the country side with a cute puppy named Sito.

Lupita and Christop outside of their super rad house.


 SITO!

Lupita with her end of the world Mayan datebook.

Photos from dia de los muertos: