Calmadita Venadita.

Fuck. Took me long enough to update. My bad.
I've been back since Friday morning... after a 24.5 hour-long road trip that I BARELY recovered from... though I'm still struggling with this fucked up eye-issue:

I scared a good number of people with this shit...

But at least I'm back.

I'm tan.
I'm happy.
I'm calm.
I saw stars.
I saw/smelled wildflowers.

FINALLY saw flowers this summer.
I ran through the fields á la Heidi.

I smelled rain-soaked sand.
I got soaked as I walked in the rain.
I watched lighting storms from the comfort of a porch at 1 in the morning... sitting on a rocking chair... in complete darkness... in complete silence.
I walked my beloved unpaved streets.

I find this infinitely charming.

I chilled in my comfy pink house... even if it's starting to come apart.

Yeah, the walls are coming down...
but I still prefer sitting here, listening to the television, as I doodle away.

I sketched like a madwoman.

In case you doubt my claim of ADD...
I can't focus on just one sketch, I gotta go off and doodle random shit.

I wrote like a scholar... well, like a foul-mouthed scholar...
I laughed. A lot.
I ate... A LOT.

Tacos y cheves, left and right, day and night.

Boys were my sole company.
I made peace with one of my only two female "enemies."
Each night, I was fortunate enough to play with a brindle pitbull who was inexplicably smitten with me-- the feeling was mutual.

I also played with puppies once in a while.

cute sons of bitches.

I rode a horse!
Each morning, I woke up to this beautiful sight:

El UNICO que merece mis suspiros.

Did I mention I laughed a lot and I was happy... and that I did not shed a single tear? Well, I did cry, once, but that was when my godson paid me a surprise visit. After not seeing him for two years, I found myself sobbing with joy as he hugged me. It was really weird, the second time I ever do it... but it was so sincere. I fucking love that kid.

I ADORE being Mexican.

Viva Mexico, Cabrones.