Client: Adobe Lightroom
Agency: Tiny Atlas Quarterly
It’s been over a month since I’ve arrived home - I’m sitting at my desk, drinking lukewarm coffee and day old pizza. I’ve found myself in between a state of eagerness and near painful nostalgia.
My travel partner Gabe, couldn’t have been closer to the truth when he confidently stated, “Mexico will take hold of you.” I didn’t know it at the time but that short stint south of the border would infatuate my mind for weeks to come. I don’t think I can pinpoint one particular person or event that aroused this insatiable wanderlust. It is a cumulative concoction of nature, food, music, dance and conversation. Whatever fuels this infatuation has a bloody, lime drenched, death grip on me.
I can still taste that morning coffee - overflowing with fresh squeezed coconut milk, leaving a fatty but pleasant residue on my tongue. There was always the distinct sound of horse hooves, galloping into the sunset, compressing the wet sand with every stride. I drift back to those long nights by a raging bonfire - the smell of Corona and woodsmoke wafting over a bioluminescent coastline. I can still feel my feet stumbling through an impromptu salsa lesson, a skill I’ve since vowed to improve.
As a resident of Hawaii, I thought I dialed in the art of relaxation. However, there is a certain pace (or lack of cell service) in Guerrero, MX that made me appreciate the slow times more than ever. This won’t be my last time time to this pantropical paradise - I’ve made it my mission to get back to the slow life, as quick as I can.