Mi querido México,
It's been now over a year that I breathed your air.
Why are you here in Mexico? I get that asked pretty often by locals.
I think as a person representing tiny little country somewhere north east in Europe I am like an exotic fish in a tank.
And no I didn't come for some cheap land by the ocean to spend the rest of my retired life. Nor did I follow a man seduced by his nice words. Or stayed for comfy good weather.
I moved around for many years, always with a curiosity, open heart and spontaneity. I followed my passions, new smells, new experiences. It felt like home wherever I chose to be.
Not that everything was like a smooth texture in my life. I fell over many times, sometimes with big bruises and sometimes deep wounds.
But this gift of listening to my own dreams kept me rewarded. With people, situations, loves.
When I came to Mexico for the first time my inner world was projected right at me. I didn't like what I saw. So I travelled a bit here and a bit there.
When I healed what I needed to heal at that time I gave Mexico second chance. And that was it.
Mexico seduced me like the most passionate lover giving you kisses on your neck and holding tight in his arms at night.
And like Pandora box, everything started to open for me.
I sensed this incredible mystical side of it, charged by huge ancient civilizations, witches and wizards who charged this land with their magical powers.
I sensed so many lessons coming right at me.
Ability to be content in whatever I am. Whether I am in a cold rain, burning sun or deep loneliness.
The ability to stand up whether I am crashed by emotions or a huge hurricane outside.
To take it slow. To be patient. To let go when it is too much of the fight.
To confront the robber in front of me with a gun looking into my eyes.
To live simply but in full power.
To give gratitude, not because that is so trendy in cacao circles but because you really have no idea what comes tomorrow.
To give way. To an elderly or a pregnant lady in a cramped hot microbus, not because they can't but because I still can.
Not to give so much importance to the outside. Whether it is chicken or barking dog or some cringy tune played out loud. Still working on this one.
To smile, to talk back, even when some think I am just a gringo who can't speak back to them in spanish.
Mexico has given me fruit of all sort. There are also so many tough things that happen around. Paradise is the inner state and from time to time I get to see some dark shit too.
So why am I here after so many years on my travels. After so many countries that blew my mind?
I guess this time of my life is about building some deep foundations and Mexico just mysteriously called me here.
The right place at the right time. Like everything in this life. Already mystically orchestrated for you.
With so much gratitude and love to this incredible land,
Ligita