There's this local guy here in San Cristobal de las Casas that I've been observing. He's fairly well dressed, doesn't look like he's starving or sleeping in the streets. He goes into restaurants, cafes, internet places and pretends that he's nuts.
He picks his nose, scratches his balls, pretends that he's taking a shit in his pants, speaks in a disturbing gibberish. He won't leave for anything less than five pesos.
When I first saw this act, I said to myself - I could do that! When the money runs out - which it tends to do - I could do that!
But fortunately I haven't had to terrorize this wonderful city. I love this place. The women, the coffee, the immediacy of the struggle. In these narrow cobblestone streets I have rounded corners and come face-to-face with El Diablo, rounded other corners and encountered God.
I have feasted on la salsa de vida - the sauce of life, feasted and made music in the company of beautiful people. Something wonderful is happening here. I will return.
I am blessed in my family, in my friends. I started this voyage from Colorado with $500 Americano. I arrived in San Cristobal with $230 Americano. Family and my good friend Chief Rolling Rock have allowed me to be a man of means by no means. I thank them with love. And because I love them - I am their niggah. I will serve them with my strong back, weak mind, and the sweat of my brow. I will be their niggah in the service of their higher selves.
Wherever I go I talk La Salsa/The Sauce.
If you leave the world of business-as-usual, of this busy death in life, and enter the world of not-business-as-usual, of pursuing the true human vocation, seeking the relationship to the universe that the human was meant to occupy - you will not only be supported - but you'll be in a salsa rich reality - full of rich human experience.
I love this place. I could stay much longer. But I was born to have adventure. I will leave here with the rough equivalent of $150 Americano. I will live low to the ground and simple as I traverse the great Lacondon Jungle, explore the legendary ruined cities of Bonanpak, Yaxchilan, and Tikal, surf the great waves of the Mayab's cultural emanations - walk the way of Yeshua ben Yosef and seek that other country that is spread across the face of the earth, and is full of la salsa - if you can only see it.