the journey back I left tepoztlan on monday. someone I love a lot came to say goodbye to me and gave us a lift into the center in his oldtimer. luca, pablo and me went to mexico city together. luca and me walked around until it was time for me to leave. and until it…
31.05.23 I’m on a bus back to the place where my journey through central america truly began more than 8 months ago. I am exhausted, tired, frustrated with the transportation and the intensity and heaviness of emotions recently.. in this time, my moon, what I’d love for myself is rest and a nurturing home. instead…
it’s wednesday morning and once again the morning mist is slowly rising above the hills in front of my window. the morning is cold and bright and I am sitting in bed, dressed with all pullovers I have, welcoming the morning, welcoming the change. and today life will change once again. the last days were…
24.05.23my friend fell in love in tzununa. after all we still left together but for her it was harder than for me. the tuktuk picked us up at 4:45 in the morning, her partner came with us to see her for some more moments. we took a bus in san marcos. up the mountains, overlooking…