Finding Myself in Mexico: Part VI
Finding myself at another crossroads, and I can’t decide if it’s a good thing or not that this isn’t a reference to the 2002 smash hit Britney film. Rather, I’ve finished another week-long stay at the new place I set myself up with in the Bacocho/Rinconada neighborhood. It was the quiet, secluded spot I was looking for, even though the partying aspect of this trip went into full swing as I made the transition. I should have known better that it would take a little bit of time for me to fall in with a group of people who I would win over with my shining, drunken personality. Oh the wonders of liquor and drugs! But alas, my week long binge has come to a painful crash as my 32 year old body grinds through it’s aging gears, finding the mezcal to be an inadequate lubricant. Perhaps the time is overdue for the yoga and surfing portion of this retreat to start. Before that happens though, I am jumping at the invitation to join one of my new friends on a bit of a southerly j...