Yesterday concluded the second month of me embarking on my quest for world domination.
I exit left out of the station and past the taxis. I see another kid walking down the street with me – he has a small backpack on and ear buds in. Alright, I think, maybe this place isn’t too sketchy.
I had met Bob and Clara, a devilishly dashing Danish couple, when I arrived in Bacalar, Mexico the previous week and during one of our conversations they had mentioned wanting to go to Palenque for the Mayan ruins and magic mushrooms.
When it comes to what I’m doing now, however, it’s incredibly difficult to talk to people about pursuing their dreams without the inevitable “But I just can’t afford it” argument coming up.
In less than a day after arriving in Bacalar I’ve met some awesome people, engaged in several wonderful conversations, and made super cool friends I sincerely hope to see again.
I stayed in Tulum for two weeks, and during those two weeks my days took on a rhythm, sometimes good, sometimes not so much, but always moving me forward in some capacity.
When I landed in Mérida the first thing I did was plant myself at the cafe in the airport and get settled, check to see if Facebook had been shut down during the few hours I was in the air.
I did so much in so little time that when I was getting ready to fly back to the states one thought took up residence in the back of my mind and would not leave…