Oh wonderfully interesting but, apparently, forgettable Mérida. Forgettable for me, specifically, I must say.

Or Punta de Zicatela, more specifically. Because that's definitely the place you want to be right now if you come here.

Just enough to keep us afloat. That's my level of Spanish. At least it was during our first few days in Mexico. Some skills acquired about ten years ago and slowly eroded since, now carefully getting its dust wiped off.

I cried tears of joy and relief when we decided to come here. The mere sight on the Pacific Ocean

So strange that I have so little memory of my previous visit, some ten year ago, other than not liking the mole at Mercado 20 de Noviembre as much as I hoped. I think I was wrong. I sincerely hope I was wrong. About the city as well as the mole.

It's day two of our Mexico trip and I already regret some of my choices. But there's nothing I can do about them now. Just gotta learn to make it work. And frankly, this is also kinda by design.

After a ten-year hiatus, it's time to revisit. See how much the country has changed. Or rather, my perspective on it. But mostly, to see if I can find something I am looking for without properly knowing what that would be. A stream of consciousness to record the process.