These are images from the first day of my recent Mexico City adventure with the greatest rose in the world. Wanted to capture a bit of the local culture which is indescribably rich and amazing. Will go into more detail eventually...the time spent in the (sort-of) homeland was restorative. Roro and I dubbed this a "sad bitch" themed jaunt/escape. Her family (much more on them) was so welcoming...they are fucking hilarious, very sweet and certainly adept at showing people a good time. Un beso a mi familia Mexicana...wish I was there instead of writing about it. C'est la vie. (Images: el mercado, food stop, una flor, mi carita, le rose and I at the Frida Kahlo house...I nearly cried, died)
"She lay quietly for a minute looking reverently at her notebook and then opened it. She had had an unreasonable fear that it would be empty, but there was her handwriting, reassuring if not beautiful. She grabbed up the pen and felt the mercy of her thoughts coming quickly, zooming through her head out the pen onto the paper. What a relief, she thought to herself; for a moment I thought I had dried up. She wrote a lot about what she felt, relishing the joy of her fingers gliding across the page, the sheer relief of communication. After a while she sat back and began to think hard. Then she wrote again: Something is definitely happening to me. I am changing. I don't feel like me at all."
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