And he danced for 3 days and nights, with wooden sticks pierced trough his chest and connected to the tree.
“I danced for my mother and my brother, my family.”
My first night in his humble space is a welcoming to this new land out of the ordinary. My friend B picked me up from the airport and took me straight to the ocean. The sun setting, he gave me the gift of feeling free like a child, playing in the sea water. Starting to loosen the corset, a first step in adapting to the Mexican way of life.
