Catch Up...Ahem!

So this idea of a continuous blog evades my mind! I had desires of being more fluid with this. Quite honestly I have so many ideas flooding this carcass of mine it's hard to hold on to much, let alone follow. None the less, this will be my catch up blog post from Guadalajara to Belize. And again it will be in my cryptic or not so cryptic philosophical analysis of what took place.

I traveled from Guadalajara - Mexico City - Villahermosa - Chetumal - BELIZE! in the matter of 36hrs. Not suggested. Though beautiful. Take your time. There is no rush.

In life trust & faith are valuable tools, especially when your communicating with others who speak a different language.- The women selling me my bus ticket taught me this.

Timing is everything- I arrived in Mexico City 15 minutes before the bus I needed would depart, otherwise I would have to wait a day...

The universe speaks everywhere, even on the autobus. - I ironically or not so ironically had the same number seats. 11 was following me, so was 5. New beginnings and traveling.

Do what you want to do. No one cares. - On traveling alone and deciding if I wanted to eat or put pants on because I was cold.

If your becoming upset, change the subject. - reading material that was making me quite  upset, yet I continued to read.

Unless you put what you have read in to action it don't mean shit. - Getting on the wrong bus from Chetumal and heading to Guatemala... on accident, also associated with - if you don't know where your going you may end up in Guatemala.

Smiles make a difference - meeting strangers. well duh.

If you  don't want to talk don't start a conversation, if it is meant to happen it will so naturally - having somewhat awkward conversations about eroticism & playing pity pot.

Old friends are everywhere - on meeting new people.

Everyone is an expert when it comes to relationships. - EVERYWHERE...obvious sarcasm... really everyone just has loads to say.

Hey! Learn to listen to yourself! - San Ignacio, on deciding what I want to do...

Energy can be a subtle violent thing. - HH

Look around Life is Amazing - on taking in all the bliss.

Being Gentle in first Convo can be best - in meeting strangers - Kelly you come to mind in this.

I Love Motorcycles - Started reading Zen & the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance

Hardwork is good & distracting. - building at Hummingbird

Alcohol is a sacrament - on over indulgence on Caye Caulker

Being Alone is at times good medicine.

Uni Speaks Quietly

As I stated to be continued right... Well where I left off is where I meet Edward in downtown Guadalajara watching the super-bowl. Since my mind works in short references rather than long and in a "listen to the message," I decided to write for a while like this... Maybe in the future I will elaborate on the stories that were given.

Oh a gentlemen in Guadalajara, he let me know that Love makes us do crazy shit- sure  I did't already know that, but it was a nice validator. He met a woman on FB, from Guadalajara and went to meet her, she has three children and a husband...didn't work out so well. We end up listen to music and doing Osho Zen Card Readings, he wanted to listen to sappy music - UNI remind me - Happiness is the Way!  We at least got to add I have Confidence from the Sound of Music and Willy Wanka, Pure Imagination

Watching a 49er's game in Mexico - Every one is looking for a connection.

A host from the hostel took me to the bus terminal, he was asking me about playing sports - It is important to Look for a way to connect. When you have nothing...make a joke, they are a good in. 

I ended up needing to use a taxi to get all the way to the terminal. I asked 3 taxis the same question... they all pretty much gave me the same answer - Sometimes 3 times is not the charm.

Taxi driver ended up being concerned about traveling - The Fear of the Other is prevalent everywhere. 

Away we go!

Away we go!

On Our Way

It has been a little over a week since I left Chico. A short time really. My intention was to write sooner. As Wyatt always reminds me life is what happens when your busy making plans. Case and point O presume. I felt floating on a high. A wonderful week of laughter, dancing, and warmth with friends and family joining in the celebration of, Oh the places we will go.

My fellow vagabonds in spirit and in action joined me as I embarked on my voyage to Belize. Elliot, Danielle, Wyatt, and I departed the afternoon of the 28^th, in quest of connecting with Jack, friend & tattoo artist. As plans do change Jack was ironically in Chico. Without hesitation Wyatt was on the phone to another few friends, near and dear who I had met on their voyage to California, Lex  & Eric. Just moments down the street were warmly welcomed, exchanged recent histories and made a quick split for the store to quench our parch. On the walk we learned of a game that Lex had personally developed – of course we couldn’t help but play a game of debate! Categories chosen by a wheel, Elliot and I choosing something we considered “HARD” followed by an adjective again chosen by another wheel. This time dirty. Hmm,

Sexuality is dirtier that Hammers because… I wrecked that one. I went to no man’s land. Hammer’s are dirtier than sexuality because you can get dirty using them building shit and you can get dirty with them – think anal sex or if your female masturbating. Yup it’s hard to come back from that. Next up Wy & Lex. Which passion is fancier? Sports or the Ocean? I obstained from voting (Yes, the audience/ non debaters decide who wins. Mostly because I could not hear who was talking when.

See Ya Soon

            Ate and outstanding Breakfast/Lunch in Oakland with Eric. Noticed that out meal number was actually two kings together a King of Clubs and a King of Hearts- Emotion & Action. Went to the MoMa upon brilliant Idea of Danielle. Drove around San Fran looking for parking for nearly an hour before deciding to pay the $20 dollar a day deal. Astounded by Art work in the MoMa. Wy completed his Canadian Suit. To sexy to pay attention to. Ate some Thai to inspire Elliot own personal trip. Had an emotional ride to meet Oscar in San Jo. Waited in the jack in the box parking lot for over an hour – quite the emotional time. Oscar gets there flying his 49er gear loud and proud. Within a half hour I am saying my goodbyes shedding tears and on the Road with Oscar. We drive for about an hour before I am dozing off in to dream land that quickly turns in the nightmare land of being abandoned on the side of the road. I awake to a failing transmission, though we do not know that at the time. We spend the night in the parking lot of a gas station waiting for the Mechanic to arrive. Oscar is a little more than anxious about this experience. The mechanic lets us know in the morning that it is the transmission. Living in a limbo I go into store. Believe that I have lost my phone. Call it in, cancel it, and then find my phone a few hours later. Ridiculus. We are towed to the nearest town with a Mechanic that works on transmissions, Lemoore Ca. We are not sure if the transmission can be replaced. WE do not know if Oscar has the Money to replace it. Wy’s looking up flight and bus information for me to see if he can get me to where I am headed, I am looking for a sign for what to do. Oscar calls me and tells me that he has found the money to replace the transmission and that it should be done the next day. I am still confused as what to do and which way I should go. I end up taking a walk through Lemoore to the City Office. In the office  I find out that Lemoore is in the Kings’ County. I think I have found my sign. I decide to stay in Lemoore and head out with Oscar the next morning. The hotel is a little less than dingy and the host wants me to settle with out internet. I quickly remind him that is what we came for, besides the sleeping. The cable television has porn and there is a sign that reminds me of Erin Brocovich saying do not drink the water.

Transmission Mission

            We hear early in the morning that the truck is ready to go we head down to the shop. The wonderful shop owners gave us a ride too and from the shop. The son and father team reminds me of the last mechanic shop and father son deal as well. Except the last father and son were of Irani heritage. The Irani father I think of time to time with is story of moving the United States, on luck of numbers & amibiton. He spoke of planning to move to Northern Europe but on second thought decided that he did not have the desire to work in such snow.  The truck ends up being ready to go by 11ish the next day. I spent my time in the local library. Being moved by a book of English Poems – George Gordon. Fare thee well. Hmm.  Were off and headed down the road to El Centro our next stop for a nights rest before crossing the border. I obviously more than a bit nervous to cross, but I figure it all works out in the end. I begin reading The Passion Paradox a book a book about “when one loves more than the other.” I will get more in to that soon. Late Wednesday we watch “La Mission” driving though Los Angeles. I am not sure that is legal. We make to El Centro around 9pm. This hotel is nicer than the last. Still porn on the cable. We plan to wake up early and leave to cross the border since Oscar has to deal with the car situation.

Guaymas

            We wake up before 5 to head on the road. We are at the border in less than 15 minutes. Oscar has to unload a good amount of his things at the border to prove that he is simply transporting his personal belongings. Oscar’s demeanor changes once we cross the border. So does the music. We wait for two or more hours to get the situation of his car dealt with. We are on our way as we drive I read become aggravated by relationship prognosis, snap pictures intermittently. We eventually make it Guaymas where we find a hotel to stay at. This hotel reserves beds on whether you married or not. We get the room with the better deal—if your married. Oscar takes the floor since the bed is really only a glorified twin. First hotel in Mexico. Still porn on the cable.

Guadalajara

            We drive from Guaymas to Guadalajara where I stay my first night “alone-ish.” My new friend Oscar…which I guess it is safe to say now that I met on Craigslist departs after an interesting, confusing, and frustrating experience driving in the City. I make it to hostels without borders where I have the privilege of encountering Alejandro, Paul, & Yadir. Of course we need to add Edward who I met super bowl Sunday (of all places). Alejandro worked at the hostel and showed me around Guadalajara, introduced me to his family, and engaged me with my broken Spanish. I  remember now that I  shared my new found dreams of motorcycle owning with him as well. A dream that was discovered while driving down MX-15 on the coast of Baja  California with Oscar…how exhilarating it must be to arrive to work on a road bike. OH WOW! Paul I  met on Saturday morning before Alejandro took me through the city. He was an older gentlemen that talked about his passion to help others and his work as an Architect. Paul and I talked for a few hours first time in the morning about the endless possibilities of financial support and those that needed to be supported. He supported the dream of my vision to create the “Intend Vontrap” more to follow soon about that! Also, words of wisdom- “wear socks when the temperature changes, even if you do not think you cold. The sudden changes jolts your body.”- Thanks Paul.

            As Alejandro and I walked through Guadalajara, it was Sunday and I marveled at the fact of how community oriented it was, reminded me of home. Guess people like to have fun, well just about everywhere. Alejandro took his time to check each teller with me, on his own time. When I went back on my own I remember connecting with a child on the autobus. Children speak every language. I arrived back at the hostel. Ready to take a nap, had to talk myself in to listening to my higher good…how silly. I took a nap and awoke to a desire to do something so I went walking of all places...

TO BE CONTINUED... 

Adventures- sometimes Mis-Adventures of an Aspiring Cosmic Surfer

So I had all intentions and purposes of writing sooner and more frequently. This is of course the story of my existence. Full of thoughts, ideas, and energy. Almost to much. Restless describes me well. Funny thing is that I love my rest too. I guess it is all that energy that is getting spurt out everywhere that is so exhausting.

Enough excuses and rationalizations. I could give those to you all day. Let me get on with it. Well, I left good ol' Chico in search of well, myself, on Monday the 28th of January (Common though really this search has been going on for, well, forever). It has been approximately two weeks and I find myself in Belize City. A very beautiful country. Welcome to International tourist and an outstanding poverty rate. It is an interesting paradox really. I have been able to find my way (sorta) through the grand resource of the internet, old friends, and new friends. Quite honestly I put off "planning" a more detailed trip until I got here. I knew that in time what I wanted to do and what I could do, would become evidently clear to me. As it is. 

I have found great resource in Couchsurfing, Help X, WWOOF, and Workaway. My real motivations were to travel & to test my own limits. And by golly I am surely doing the two. Why test my own limits?  I have practiced "energy work" for the last... hmm nearly 10 years. WHOA! That seems like a long time. Through my proactive sometimes reactionary practice, I have found that whatever degree of "enlightenment" or clear thought that I have risen to there is also a plateau. This in here is where the challenge lies. Funny way of the universe,  even if you aren't ready to shift that plateau, she will politely (sometimes not so politely) shove you in the current that you were looking for. And here I am. 

Life is full of lessons. Each moment, each second propelling us...ME closer to what is being sought. A beautiful dance most of the time...and I do mean MOST of the time. Sometimes it is a really sad dance that I know well, and sometimes it is a dirty dance I  do not want to admit to knowing. It is always a dance though, and lord knows I love to dance. 

Something I do not do so well is swim. I love the water, enjoy every moment near or in it. I am sure most of my friends can attest to moments where my love for water was questionable (falling in during the winter in Concow).  Water in the energetic senses is related to emotions. Another thing I have a hard time dealing with. Good at suppression but not so much at riding out. Emotions are the currency of the universe, as is water the nurturance of life. So in my voyage of self- discovery I am learning to swim, eventually to surf. Metaphorically and Literally (We will see about the later).  

I have read a book or two, or three or four about "spiritual enlightenment." Irony is, most these books are about men. So with a general schema of the energetic layout I ascend on to my voyage of self-discovery, spiritual enlightenment, and enthusiasm to be a STRONG WOMAN! This I will share with whoever reads this...

I will get into the details of my adventures and internal dialogues (some external). Most of all I am going to allow myself the PATIENCE to write & do what comes. I will leave the rest. It is important it will come back.