The question was where to go. Going back to the US seemed kind of pointless, I was unlikely to find a job and things are more expensive there, on the other hand potentially getting stuck in a country where I don’t speak the language during a pandemic isn’t exactly a thrilling idea either.

I got on Mex 40 to Mazatlan, not so much because I wanted to go to Mazatlan but, because the road looked twisty and mountainous. It was. Not 30 minuets outside Durango and the road was already better than anything I’d seen on this trip.

I was quickly realizing my Spanish is even worse than I thought it was (which wasn’t very good to begin with). Even when by some stroke of luck I understand what someone is saying responding is even more difficult.

I was finally back on the road! and it felt good, just good… I couldn’t quite figure out why, it felt like I was running away from things instead of toward them, like I had misplaced my wanderlust.

maybe I should put down the coffee cup and stop subjugating whatever readers are left to my metaphysical rambling.

even now only a little over a month afterwords the memories of being stuffed into a car for hours on end, and getting annoyed with at same company for weeks has started to fade. Hopefully years from now I will be left only with memories of the vast expansive landscapes