D.F.

i wish i could accurately convey to you the mixed melancholy and thrill of being alone in what seems to be the hugest city in the world.

this is the most intense time to be in mexico. the results of the last presidential elections (occured july 2) have been contested. the PAN candidate won by a very narrow percentage, but the election is said to have been fraudulent. thousands are now protesting in favour of the PRD candidate, Obrador, who supposedly should have won. the zocalo in mexico city has been taken over by masses of demonstrators and squatters. tents have been pitched and stages set up. every day a cacophony emanates. i wonder what the denouement will look like?

i think i am in love with this country. it has invaded me.

i won´t even try to write about what i've been up to...i've barely updated since guatemala.

the good news is, i have been writing lots in my diary. i have had so much to reflect on, and so much to make sense of. the most unfamiliar things i have encountered during my trip havent been the unknown people and places, but rather, my own emotions, new directions in thinking, new ways of seeing things.

i am in oaxaca, mexico. i wasn't supposed to come this far, but at the last minute, under funny and emotionally dramatic circumstances, i decided there was nothing to lose (except for some of those little pieces of paper that float in and out of lives - aka. money). i am so glad i came, this country...words can't describe...it's magical.

i have to go home in a week, but i am definitely coming back to mexico.

i am planning a day long frida kahlo pilgrimage for when i get to the capital.