Last day in Mexico:

Medieval Mexico

So I’ve been here in Guanajuato a few days and I love it. It’s got a bohemian vibe to it. Like a Medieval town in the 1300’s. I visited my old friend Armando. We met about 20 years ago in Mexico City when another friend of ours, Agustine, the Spaniard, filmed a short film there and Armando was one of the actors. We’ve stayed friends after all these years and I visited him about a year ago.

Treat Yourself!

Here in Guanjuato. I got a massage by two women at the same time. Initially they offered and told me the price but I declined. But later that night I thought: I hadn’t had a massage in long time so…. What the hell, treat myself. Post massage: Honestly, the massage was so so. It actually hurt at times. She said, “I found a knot.” I’ve heard that before.

Covid Testing Racket

I needed a Covid test to fly to Brazil so I’ve been looking for a testing site. It was difficult to find a free testing sight. But I found one! I couldn’t believe it. But it was very uncomfortable. The physician really jammed that probe up my nose. He then said afterwards, while I was recovering from the shocking penetration, “If you don’t have tears, then we have to do it again.” I was tearing up, no problem, buddy.

The 2 Percenters

I always edit my “Roadents.” Hell on scooters!

Misión no Cumplida

I’m kinda sad to leave Mexico. I came here with the intention of finding a girlfriend and/or future wife. No dice. It’s like I failed. Hopefully things will go better in Brazil.

The Grass is Greener Where You Water It

Also, since it’s my last day in Mexico I’m starting to doubt my decision to go to Brazil. Like I’m seeing Mexico as better than Brasil. Yet, I believe that once I’m in Brazil, I’m going to think the opposite. And then some. All things being equal I do see Brasil as being a better place for me to live and I see their culture as being better suited for my personality. But sometimes Brazilians piss me off. Oh well, here we go again in Brasil. My 3rd time!

Back in Brazil!

I arrived in Brasil in Sao Paulo and immediately checked in to a cheap motel near the airport and the next morning I missed the flight from Sao Paulo to Jericoacoara where my friend Silvana lives and runs a small resort. It’s five cabanas. My reason for going: Her sister is going to have some major surgery and Silvana will need to take care of her for a month. So she asked me if I could come here to help run the resort and watch her dog.

Missed Flight!

So I had to buy another plane ticket. Now I’m back in Jericoacoara and it’s as beautiful as I remember it. It looks like a town from the planet Tatooine from Star Wars. I’ve been getting stoned every day and drinking every so often. When she leaves, I look forward to having the place to myself and a working a little bit interacting with the hotel guests.

I’m finding it hard to remain focused and tend to my responsibilities.

Beach Paradise Fuckin’ Town

I passed New Year’s Eve here in Jeri, and there’s a rav in town. I big mult-day concert with traditional Brazilian music and electronic music. I filmed with the drone the concert and beach with wind-surfers galore. Oh and been smoking weed everyday and drinking almost everyday. Don’t know if this is a good thing. I’m going to dial it back after the holidays.

It’s been difficult remaining focused and doing work like editing for money and my personal projects. At home at Silvana’s, there’s lots of distractions and I don’t know how much attention to give to her versus doing my own thing and ignore her to some degree. I want to be a good guest. She said she’ll find out soon when her sister gets the operation and therefore Silvana will need my help in watching her dog and minding to her business. I think that I’ll have to say an ultimatum like, if by the 15th of January we don’t have an answer, I’m going to make plans to leave.

It’s a desert wonderland here. Sand buggies. Bikinis galore. Parties. Sunsets. Like Tatooine with sex. We just need androids. And Jawas. Why is Tatooine the most popular planet in all the planets of the Star Wars Universe? You’ve seen the Mandalorian? Ok, then you’ve seen Jericoacoara. It’s a Tatooine city with a beach.

I had to get a haircut but the Barbar was too busy so I found another place I had never been to before. I asked how much for a haircut and the gay guy told me 35 reais. I said ok. That’s about 7 dollars. Then I noticed that he was nursing a cold. I should have bolted but I stayed. His method of cutting hair was terrible and I should have left for that, too. But I didn’t want to be rude. When he was finished he handed me a mirror and asked me how it was. I lied and said it was good. He told me the price and now it was 70 reais. What? I didn’t want to argue so I just paid it. A couple of days later I came down with a cold that had me bed-ridden for 1 day and a half. Damn, when will I learn to be more assertive in the moment and not simply promise myself that I will do better next time?

Conclusion

No one is going to live your life for you.