Between the idea and the reality

Taking off over Oaxaca

This is the way the world my trip to México ends: not with a bang but a whimper. I was just sitting there in the airport, listening to my iPod. No melodramatic crying. Maybe there was a little tearing up when I said goodbye to my host mum, but relatively uneventful. Even last night, which was incredibly fun, still sort of let me down (mostly because I have an overactive imagination and I was to come to pass does not ever come to pass).

And now, back in Los Angeles, sitting in my room, everything feels so familiar. But I don't want it to.

I want to go back to México.

Landing in Mexico City