Oaxaca, time of meditation

It Was a hard month

Back in summer 2005, i went to southern mexico, to be part of a "camping group" in a community hidden in the sierra. The thing was try to help the community with what they wanted us to help. It was one great month.

My team was the coolest one... well, for me they were. I went to flee from worries i had raised in tje city, went cuz i was heart beaten... cuz i needed to make peace with myself.

It worked out pretty well... By teh end of the month i was exaust... I had one day to go back to my city, sleep a bit, and go back to college. I remember i didn't feel the trip back home. I got a ride with the parents of another friend who also went there and that was it...

I want to go back soon. Maybe same community, maybe another one... I want to breath that air.

-rulo-