Back to the origins

Latin America, a backpack and no time limit. I’ve heard this before. Hitchhiking, sail boats, Couchsurfing, strange food and the “Where you gonna sleep tonight?” tune playing in the back of my head. A thrill of euphoria runs up my spine. Crossing borders, exploring off the beaten track, laughing, falling in love with freedom again and again.
I’m back where it all began 7 years ago. And it feels sweet.
The past 3 months in the US were cool but the Latin fever was building up each day stronger. So I finally made it to Mexico. And as soon as I stepped across the border I felt this is the world I belong to. I took a breath, filled my lungs with the polluted air of Tijuana and smiled.