no es tan difícil

I’m here to write without restraint, without thinking too much. Once I start thinking I rarely end up writing anything at all. Then before you know it six months have passed and no words have made it to the page.

Veracruz. Xalapa, Catemaco, Las Tuxlas, y más. And another broken heart. Veracruz has more to offer than I ever imagined. It’s been an incredible two months of weekend bus rides to the mountains, walks along the malecon, volvanes. It’s been exactly what I wanted out of this adventure and much more. My only regret is that I am leaving someone behind with a broken heart; someone who showed me all the wonders that her corner of México has to offer.

But like always, the timer ran out and my adventure called me elsewhere. In this case, my méxican visa is on the verge of expiration, with only a few days left. Since I have to go somewhere that isn’t mexico, I figured why not go to Cuba? So this morning I am packing my bags para la habana, Cuba, to check off a long-time bucket list item.

I’ll spend one week exploring the city, and then I’ll come back home. that is to say, I’ll come back to mexico.