On the dawning of this new year, I found myself getting off of a plane in Mexico City. My compañero fiel, James (el filósofo chilango) and his cuate, Memo, took Anthony (my bro for life) and myself to the center of Mexico City, which at 5:30 in the morning on January 1st found itself in a sulfurous state of postapocalyptic doom as if a nuclear bomb had gone off and the survivors were all hiding in foxholes and those remaining above ground were staring at us through the dazed glances of mutated extraterrestrials exploring a new dawn. It was then that I made the most important new year’s resolution: to travel more. Not that I don’t travel enough as it is, but one can never see enough. To live is to see and to live is to listen and feel and explore... Ever pushing forward.
My trip to London and Poland – mis tierras ancestrales – is one of the fruits of this resolution.
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