tulum

my final destination is paradise. I am living in a cabana on the Caribbean shores of Tulum. falling asleep to a cacophony of waves and waking to a turquoise sea. mornings of yoga and diving in the reefs and underground caves of the cenotes, afternoons spent walking the tranquil beaches, reading the books of others as I write my own...simply and beautifully detached from the world. with scarce electricity, the stars illuminate the night sky. time ceases to exist, this privilege of time that is mine for moments longer. my mind is filled with thoughts as I recollect the grand adventure that has been my life for so many days and nights. this is the perfect place in which to find respite as one chapter closes and another begins...

playa del carmen

I stopped for the weekend in Playa del Carmen, a touristy spot known for its limitless social escapades. here I met with Magda and her friends from Krakow who were enjoying the life of hedonism under the Mexican sun. Evelyn too was here and along with her cohorts from NYC we hit the town for a night of innocent debauchery.

isla mujeres

the island of women. this is where Sooji and I indulged in a last reunion after many months of solo travel, to recount our moments created together and apart. upon these blissful shores I said goodbye to my dearest travel companion as she returned to NYC, to another life and time. I bask in the sun for my final 2 weeks...

museo nacional de antropología

behold the wonders of the Aztecs and the Mayans...

san angel

Saturday was spent in San Ángel, my favorite suburb, once a village that the viceroys and elite favoured for their country houses.

frida and diego

Diego Rivera and Frida Kahlo, two famous Mexican painters united by passion and Communist views, leading to a shared life of even greater passion and pain resulting in great masterpieces. Evelyn and I spent the day at Diego´s studio, where his most entertaining neighbor Angie gave us a personal account of the lives of these capricious artists. afterwards we headed to Frida´s ¨Blue¨house in Coyoacán which is now a much visited museum. I could feel her presence.

teotihuacán

the city of Teotihuacán was built two thousand years ago by an unknown race, and had been in ruins for over 600 years when the Aztecs rediscovered it and called it ´the place where gods were born´. this was in fact the first great city of the western hemisphere. it was truly an incredible sight to behold, such man-made massivity! I managed to climb the pyramid of the sun, all 247 steps, for a proper sun salutation. I did not stay long enough to climb the pyramid of the moon however, which stands at the end of the ceremonial avenue.

mexico city!

12 hours, 4 films and many thoughts later, I have landed in Mexico City, the beginning of the end of mygrand adventure. I am living in the most charming home in Condesa, an artists refuge which was recently opened to soulful travelers by a most hospitable Mexican named Jorge. I immediately felt at home and upon my arrival I met Evelyn who too was traveling solo from NYC. a serendipitous meeting resulting in instant friendship. together we caroused this vibrant city that spoke of a colorful history, and became enamored with the art, culture and indeed the food! huevos rancheros has become a staple in my diet, at least for the moment.


the courtyard of the Palacio Nacional in the Zocalo, the heart of old Mexico City. within it´s walls Diego Rivera´s murals reveal the history of Mexico.



























a modern and majestic sculpture along Paseo de la Reforma.