Fingers crossed.
I am in Mexico now, but I’m coming to realize that I could have simply gone to NZ. I made a couple of mistakes renting cars and well, it turned pricey.

You may like it here. The roads, I mean.
I don’t stop often and sometimes I wonder why, but I think you may agree there’s a sort of communion we make with the road as we traverse it. A sort of conversation, maybe.

Maybe to stop would equal one of those comfortable silences we can have when we are with true friends. A silence in which we are still in communion.
Pablo