Leave Home to Get Home

I wrap up my brief, impromptu México City visit with a blog written in the same format as part 1. Once again, I leave feeling super humbled by all the city offers. This time around, not only did I write months of new material in a week, I also sought out moments of purposeful vulnerability. Now it’s time to leave, but I’m not ready to go. I never am. ****************************************************** I never know which direction I’ll go until the time comes to decide. If I’ve listened to my gut I always find signs, like an Oración al Coyote, reminding me…

The Place Where Gods Are Born

Yesterday, on a bus en route to Teotihuacán, I wrote this in my journal: “Today’s the sort of travel day I love. Up early and out the door, got my bearings before the city woke up. Made the short walk to the Metro before 6am, took a jam-packed yet long, silent ride to the transfer station, then to Autobuses del Norte—the big bus station. I wandered a bit, unsure what to do. Folks publicly prayed at a Virgen de Guadalupe shrine, others took photos with a life-sized (and waving) cardboard Papa Francisco. Some ate pan or pasteles, drank café or cans…