I spent three weeks in Chihuahua, Mexico, last month at my sister Iran’s house [photo essays “Blue whale of Chihuahua” & “Wild wild south“]. I didn’t do anything in particular, just worked most of the day on iranian.com as usual and hung out with my siter, her kids and friends.
I felt so free and relaxed. There are no Iranians (I heard there’s one who sells carpets) and obviously no Iranian events. Chihuahua — far from the Pacific and Atlantic oceans and having no significant historic monuments — is not a tourist destination. It’s practically in the middle of nowhere.
When I was there, my sister offered me to stay for a few more months. When I got back home in the San Francisco Bay Area, I thought why the hell not?
I’ve given notice to my landlord to cancel my lease at the end of this month and in mid October, I’ll get in my car and head to Mexico.
Here’s a song by Morgan Page called “The Longest Road”. I heard it on the radio last night for the first time. It made me think: Am I going nowhere? Nah… I’m going to Mexico! Ooh I’m so excited…
