Category: travel

There are many thing in this world that I am willing to try, and this past Monday I crossed one off my list…Snowboarding.

The thought of having your feet bound to board and then you are thrown down a mountain of snow didn’t seem to ammusing at first.  But all I needed was a “cmon!” from my coworker and I was there.

Needless to say, I came out the other end with a sprained knee and good memories.

Thanks MLK for the day off.

Its been more than two months since my last post and I must say it feels a bit longer than that.  It seems like yesterday when I wrote my post about leaping forward.  I guess I leaped so forward that I dont even know where the time went.  But time has moved forward and two months cant seem like an era…

I got mono …WTF!!! yeah I know.  Who the hell gets mono past 17 years old.  I guess I should be more careful next time on those first date kisses.

I started my new job …I was a bit scared at first but after being here for 2 months, it all feels like I been doing it for a long time.

I backpacked through Mexico… It happened on a whim and, some would say, stupid decision.  Leaving my job gave me a surge of energy unlike anything ever felt. To make use of it, I did what any other normal person would do…I headed south of the border.  I called my friend Todd in DF and he was kind enough to let me stay with him for a week.

Arriving in Mexico for the second time, felt like I had just gotten home.  There is something about this country that feels home to me.  The smell.  The people.  The pollution air. Aww…Im home.   Last time I was in Mexico I did the common turist thing, this time…I wanted to go to the beach.  The nearest beach form DF is Acapulco or Vera Cruz.  I called a friend and headed towards Acapulco.

After being in Acapulco for a day, my friend has to return back to DF to go to work.  I, however, was not ready to go back.  I told him that I would head south down the coast and make my way to Oaxaca city where I wanted to go last time I visited Mexico.  He advised against it.  Being the hard headed fuck that I am, I didnt listen.  Knowing that I would not liste, he then went on to tell me that there was no way to get to Oaxaca city from Acapulco unless I went down to Puerto Escondido and then made my way up the mountain. I booked a one way bus ticket to Puerto Escondido with no idea what was to come.

Needless to say the bus ride was fucking insane. No AC, loud kids, chickens, and a really intense amount of BO. Aww..Mexico. I arrived at the Puerto Escondido bus station at 2 am and made my way to the beach area, got a room, and headed to bed. The next morning I headed to an internet cafe to check on how civilization was doing. After sending some emails, I met a fellow traveler. We clicked right away. He informed me that he was making his way east to a town called Huatulco, but that he would be stooping in a town called Zipolete. A small hippie nudist town. I jumped to the idea. We hoped on a truck and headed east.

Zipolete was not what I expected. Everything was rustic. A TRUE beach town. We met locals and climbed a mountain. I even slept in a shack. Trully, Trully..not what I expected. The next morning while at breakfast, I asked him how to get to Oaxaca from here. His faced turned serious. He said the road from Zipolete to Oaxaca is a dangerous one and that he would advise against it. Same story as my friend back in Acapulco, however this time I decided to listen. He told me that I could head to Huatulco with him and then take a plane to Oaxaca. I did just that.

When we arrived at Huatulco, it was a bit more civilization. A city. We booked a really nice hotel after sleeping in a shack from the previous night. We figured we deserved it. The next morning we headed to the dock and booked snorkeling tour. A bit touristy, but I wanted to see the famous Bays of Huatulco. After snorkeling, we docked at a small island and had shrimp and drank for what felt like hours. Its funny to think about how far we were from civilization. If we died out here, no one would ever know. There was this tree on this island that had a very interesting energy. Touching it along consumed you. It overtook me.

After returning back to land, I decided I would stay the remainder of my trip in Huatulco with my new friend. Needless to say, I never made it to Oaxaca, but to be honest I am glad. It was unplanned. It was fluid. Naturual and at the same time mystic. The next morning we hopped on a plane back to DF where I spent the remainder of my time before heading back to NYC.

My return back was surreal. Seeing all the towering building, loud noise, and amounts of people. I was home. Back to my normal life and my new job.

The beginning to a new chapter.

PS: Below is a map of how far I traveled.

This past weekend i left one of the best boroughs I lived in since I been in NYC. Yet again i have only lived in 2!.

I will miss Brooklyn with all it offered me while I was there.  The culture, streets, stoops, cafes, and the energy i felt as i walked over the Brooklyn Bridge.  It is truly an overwhelming experience that I can not put into words.

With that said I now embrace my new home in the Bronx.  Truth be told there is something about the Bronx that sat deep down with me when I first moved here.  With its loud streets, baby carriages, Goya stocked products at supermarkets and Puerto Rican history, the Bronx is a place you either love or hate.

I met a woman who I met here that told me that she had never left the Bronx in her life.  HER LIFE!.  I was taken back by this and thought to myself, “This lady needs no other place, knows no other place, and will mostly die in this place”  Call it what you want: pride, un-acculturation, naive, – to some there is no place like the Bronx.  You dig?

In 2 days am gonna be heading back home. Part of me is excited to come back while another is worried of how things have changed. I have not been back since the summer time. Ill keep u posted.