Before I have even left I know I’m heading in the wrong direction.
It’s Mexico and when I think of Izamal and Yucután and Valladolid I know that’s where I need to go.
All of a sudden everything feels right again.
an ode to travelling
Before I have even left I know I’m heading in the wrong direction.
It’s Mexico and when I think of Izamal and Yucután and Valladolid I know that’s where I need to go.
All of a sudden everything feels right again.