This morning, I opened my eyes to the sun filtering through porthole-shaped windows as I rolled over on my camping mat in the front room of Armando, Esther and Leonardo; the family who own and protect “Bosque Don Roberto”, Xalapa’s city cloud forest…

I’m writing this under the shade of a huge fig tree, Ficus insipida, in the garden of Rancho Ecológico El Amate, in Chalmita, México. It’s the home of Fabiola, and her now grown-up children, Amanda and Quetzalli.

Here’s the story of how it came about…

Before I start writing about my experiences travelling in Latin America, I wanted to give a whistle-stop tour of the path that led me to where I am now (currently un pueblo called Chalmita in Mexico). Then the stories from here can follow with más sentido, more sense.

Pardon my Spanish…

There’s this loop I love to do on all sorts of kinds of days. The ones where you’ve just finished working from home and need to get out and stretch your legs. The ones where you’re filled to the brim with excitement and need to rinse the whizzyness out of your system. Or, the ones where you’re a bit sad and want to feel it, gently.

This is how it goes…

For some time I’ve been thinking about finding a place to share some of my wonderings, curiosities, and stories. I’ve known for a while it’s something I want to do, but have lacked the confidence to speak up, I suppose…