Bienveniedos

I made it. Not sure what day it is, what time it is, or who I am anymore. Somehow I lost all these things in flight, like wayward luggage.

But I do know I am here. Specifically in an internet cafe writing to you and staying at the hotel whose courtyard you see up top.

It's impossible not to be in a place that is so totally, vibrantly alive at all hours of the day. When my body and spirit catch up with each other ... you'll hear from me again!