The farm was getting quite disorderly. I did the best I could but when I was left the only volunteer, I couldn´t take over all the work. We made dinner for Renato and I bought him a beer.

Ari decided to travel with me to Tulum. I ask, do you have any money? I don´t quite understand this person but he said, ¨trust me. we´re going to Tulum¨ I was either alone or with him to decide in that moment. I decided to trust his ¨way¨ of travel. So...we hitchhiked to Tulum. We made some friends and we are staying with them. Drove in a small yellow car to the cenotes along the coast. Tulum has probably the most beautiful beaches and environment I have seen so far. I´ve been drinking a lot of juice in the hopes of curing my stomach. Montezuma got me.
This ¨way¨of living is very different from the American way. In the states everyone has their seperate private space. Here, everything is pretty chill and communal.

I have so many poems and feelings in these places I go but have difficulty wrapping my head around them and figuring out whats best to write.
Tomorrow, will do my best to collect my poems and thoughts.