Monday, May 7, 2012

VW for the soul.

I'm trying to talk myself out of buying a VW bug, or Vocho as they say in Mex. I want to drive one back to Canada but soo much red tap. I'm sure I'll find a way if I don't get killed by the cartel enrout.
My plan is to make a huge wallpaper of a tone of my iPhone bugs.
Here is my collection thus far.

Friday, May 4, 2012

The Star

Unsurprisingly I pulled The Star today #17. I went to bed last night thinking of my whole trip thus far and some of the goals I've not completed that I set out to accomplish in the beginning. I woke up feeling a bit uncertain and questioning my place here. I immediately grabbed my iPad and started a morning journal, something I haven't completed in a while that i need to get back into. I did some meditation and some yoga and made a balanced-ish breakfast. The timing was perfect so I opened my deck and began my routine of shuffling and asking for the right information to be illuminated before me. Slowly turning over top card in anticipation a beautiful image appeared; a naked women pouring water into a river and above her head a bird looks to the stars. The description; HOPE, INSPIRATION, GENEROSITY AND SERENITY. Card 17 holds out the promise that we can eventually find peace of mind. The Star also reminds us to open our heart and release our fears and doubt. 

I'm holding steadfast to my goals here and trusting that I'm in the right place to achieve them.

The Fool

Yesterday on my daily tarot reading I pulled The Fool, #0.
I've been feeling a bit stagnant lately.  I came back from Toronto recently and before that Oaxaca (which I need to update you on and show my photos) so how can I feel this way. I realized the Fool was showing me that I needed an adventure, I needed to move forward and challenge myself again, my soul needs needs it.
I decided to make my way to a beautiful market that I've been meaning to check out for sometime now, and it's only a few blocks away. At first I was nervous about my poor Spanish but the fool, symbolizing new beginnings and adventures, edged me on to jump in head-first. My Spanish found it's way through on it's own, store tenders embraced my ambition and tried to save me money on my purchases, I found my favorite cheese and somehow came home with a balanced grocery bag.

Monday, March 26, 2012


My day started late at around 11am. I was getting ready to take a shower when I a heard a rattling from the closet to my right where I was standing. Not yet able to process what was happening I began making excuses for the noise, Mmm, maybe Neto (my room mate) is home?
All of a sudden the small rattle from the closet escalates rapidly into a violent thrust that buckles my knees and shakes me to the ground. I fall beside my bed and grip on to it with all my fear. I keep imagining the walls are going to fall around me and I'm going to slide off the building like the dustpan in Honey I Shrunk the Kids.
I keep thinking in my head, MOVE! GET UP! DO SOMETHING! - I'm equally as dramatic as the earth shaking beneath me. I try to walk to the door but the building feels like a small boat fighting small rapid waves.
Not knowing how to handle myself in an earthquake and that the best place to stand is under a door way, i turned around immediately and assume my terrifying position beside my mattress. Finally the tremors stop. My heart was beating out of my chest and the fear of an aftershock was still looming over my head . I hear Esme upstairs call my name, "Franco! Are you ok?" Poor thing was in the shower with shower things falling all around. The whole time she heard the unnatural sound of two buildings crashing against each other, a sound that still hovers in her mind. As I walk around the apartment I notice all the TV's thrown about, and the refrigerator is lavishly taking up space in the middle of the kitchen. At this moment my eye catches my roommates enormous bottle of DELICIOUS tequila that I've been helping myself to. It's about to tiptoe off the edge of the counter so I run towards it as if it's alive and about to commit suicide. It's saved.

I leave the apartment and go for a long walk absorbing my near death experience and begin to value all the things in my life - how cliche'. Thank you earthquake for the reminder, but NO MAS!

This is a video of a man singing 5 minutes after the earthquake.

Sunday, February 26, 2012


That's what I scream in my head when I see one. It kind of sounds like a 10 year old boy yelling RECESS!!!! after the bell rings.
I walk around twice then decide on a hand made notebook I desperately needed and a colorful scarf. I'm still on the hunt for a couple specific bags I like and a stone necklace.
An eclectic band of 6 men fill the stage with bongos and drums. I can't stop thinking of my late uncle Joe - I'm in his world.
The crowd moves quickly towards the stage so I follow. We're clearly blocking the huge mass of people sitting in chairs behind us so we're forced to sit on the ground. I laugh nervously as the crowd boo the announcers.
In one iPhone movie I make (below) a drummer explodes in an African dance. His face is extraordinary and you can feel his happiness and exhilaration from being exactly where he belongs.
I decide to leave after the performance and head straight to the grocery store. I forgot Q-tips and hand soap but purchase 3 types of cheeses, a bottle of wine, steak, some munchies and broccoli (because my mom told me to). I really do need to make that budget.

Sunday, February 19, 2012

Beautiful Sunday

Post Cortado / pre dinner - I'm thinking heat up dem' buffalo wings.
No matter where in the world Sundays are always cozy.

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Mexico - Cortado coffee search

This morning I woke up with the desire to search for the best Cortado. The search is on!