Quiero vivir siempre libremente. For those of you who are a little rusty on your spanish, it means "I want to always live freely." Something I think a lot of us can relate to. But what is free? Freedom to travel where you please? Freedom to do what you want? Freedom to say whatever comes to mind? Well, personally, I think freedom is a MINDSET.
I think we're all free, yet we hold ourselves down. We are our own slavedriver and sometimes, it's not always a bad thing. Sometimes it's a really good thing, but more often than not we just burn ourselves out. We put the pedal to the metal and only end up spinning our tires but never moving an inch. Alot of smoke but not much show... Sometimes you just have to drop everything and go because life's too short to be sitting here wondering what else you could be doing...instead, why not just...do it?
Everyone loves Mexico. It's been a tourist attraction for decades and there's a good reason why. Yes, there's a lof of corruption in Mexico, but, there's just as much here in Canada. So that being said, I want to focus a little bit more on my personal outlook of Mexico.
Tequila, cervezas, margaritas, and of course....tacos. First thing almost every single person will think about Mexico, but to me it was so much more. It was the first time I had ever really left Canada and can be most credited to the birth of my fixated travelling addiction. I never bothered to fathom what it could be like hiking up ancient hundred foot tall mayan ruins or spend a few days wandering around Xel-Ha, a natural amusement park and sanctuary in the middle of tropical paradise located near Tulum. I never thought I'd ever get the chance to stand at the coast of a foreign country and gaze out into the teal blue nothingness or rappel into a cenote in Ix Balam and participate in Mayan rituals. And never once did it come to mind that there's something else out there just waiting for my eyes to paint it into the back of my mind; all of the colours I had never seen or flowers I could only read about in books, though the pictures never did justice.
It was also the start of an amazing friendship, partnership, and adventure into the unknown. We've travelled to a few countries since then and everytime it feels like the first time. Every time it feels so surreal, so unforgettable, and in an instant...it's all over. The trip is done and we head back to our mundane lives, still starving with that sense of hunger for life and thirst for adventure. We wonder why we ever bothered coming back to western reality and maybe we should have never stepped foot on that return flight....
Years go by and Mexico still dances across my thoughts. Aromas still take me back to a place where it was my best friends and I in the middle of a country where not one person knew us by name. Where stories feel like yesterday, only to recall it being yesterYEARS. We only have so much time on this earth and I think I'm almost at the point where maybe I've spent too much time in one place. Maybe it's time to do something different. Something unimagineable. Something DARING. Maybe one day you'll be reading this blog and I'll be writing it from Ecuador...or France or even Turkey and these photos wont just be any photos that you could find anywhere. One day, they'll be the windows into my soul and I really hope one day you do the same.