"...and The Wheels on the Bus Go Round and Round..."

Closing the chapter in Troncones and on to the next adventure... Finished off wih a proper send of from the Troncones famlia...Surfing Saladita, Thanksgiving Tamales/Pozole, Sipping exquisite Tequila while munching on Pumpkin Pie orgasmo Present Moment, and late night dancing at la Casa de Mitch... not a bad way to say adios... making it even harder to pull myself away... detach, detach, detach... Whats the point of clinging in a forever changing world?

I can't ignore the call South... or the compass reminder sitting on my dashboard alter. It's time... but not without a few challenges in the mix... Bliss and ease can't be every single moment... Wouldn't know bliss, if I didn't know shit. The lesson is to remain in a place of heart and find love in even the shittiest of situations... Which doesn't come easy when my first reaction to hitting a wall is to want to curl into a little sad ball of depression and try to cry... I accept that place of sadness and realize it's ok to feel that emotion without attachment... detach, detach, detach... It's all part of the game right? Shit and Bliss are really one in the same... One couldn't exist without the other... The beauty of polarity...

Currently, the shit is coming from the Mexican government.. one of my least favorite groups to deal with... Everything is hazy and questionable in Mexican law... Despite my numerous efforts to find the LOVE government official to support me in my endeavors of adopting Marisol as an official Mexican, I just can't seem to locate "the one." Shouldn't it just be an automatic thing? Me Mexican = Marisol Mexican? Not according to "them." They say she is too old and will not welcome her as a permanent Mexican.. only a 6 month visitor... And the only way the wheels on the bus (can) go round and round is if we go all the way back to "Go" (aka Nogales, Arizona) and start over with a new 6 month permit! I keep telling "them" that Marisol is a Mexican. What kind of Gringa name is Marisol? Can "they" not hear the find Mexican Diesel hum coming from her engine? What about the black smoke shooting out of her back end? If thats not a Mexican bus, I don't know what is... But at this point, I can't seem to convince them otherwise. The rules are the rules.. depending on who you ask and when... but for now, the consensus is NO! I refuse to bow down and call it quits... the stubborn in me says never take NO for an answer... Solution: Run to the hills of Oaxaca and hide like a true Guerrilla. Illegals on the run from La Migra... What a chapter in our adventures South! Wish us luck, mis amigos...


To be continued...