I'm leaving !
I'm leaving France for a four9 months trip.
If you want to follow me, read this blog from time to time and tell me your thoughts and/or advice.
I'm not a traveler, I'll do my best. You're authorized to laugh at me. I hope I'll be able to entertain you through pictures, videos, and much more !
Cholul is a little village next to Merida, about 30 minutes from Col. de Mexico. We stayed in a house for 2 days with nothing to do but enjoy the garden, the house and the swimming pool.
Cholul
Special Edition (yeah right) beer for The Holidays
Grapefruit, Cytrus paradisi probably.
A baby
The mothership
Vintage
12/12/12 some clouds showed up in late afternoon, no apocalypse though.
And I was thinking to myself, "This could be Heaven or this could be Hell"
Lorely and I were sitting on the terrace of a restaurant in the evening, drinking our beer when suddenly a guy behind her turned on our side and asked Lorely ?. This is how I met Daniel, a friend of Lorely she didn't see for more than 10 years. They start talking together about the good old times, and meanwhile I texted Miguel, a young cinematographer I met when he surfed my couch in Paris in 2012 (he was invited to the Cannes Film Festival). I knew he was here too because he had seen the following picture I had posted on facebook :
Sunday evening dancing in the zocalo in Merida.
and asked me are you in Merida ??? He must have figured it out from the background of the picture maybe ?
He was there for a few days, because he had the opportunity to buy cheap plane tickets, this was his excuse anyway. A little bit later he joined us with his brother, Carlos. It was the third time I was meeting Miguel, once and always in a different city : Paris, Mexico city, Merida.
At some point the musicians who were playing next to the restaurant doors were invited by Daniel to come have a beer with us. Miguel & Carlos then played a couple of songs together :
Carlos (left) and Miguel (right).
It was a very nice ans lovely evening, warm weather, friendly people, everybody was very happy.
Finally, after a few more beers, enough for the waiter to be confused who had been drinking what, everybody returned home.
It takes one hour to go from DF to Merida, Yucatán, Maya's country ! Pictures taken from the plane. I'm in Merida since almost a week now, it's a wonderful place.
