Bathing in Vitamin D | Last Day in Zacatecas

Pigeon. Zacatecas, Mexico.

It’s time to seize the absolute living daylights out of this day since it might be my last day in Zacatecas before I start heading north tomorrow. Tomorrow to Saltillo, then Monday to Nuevo Laredo. Go to Banjercito and get the deposit back for my car. About 200 dollars. And then drive to SOMEWHERE in Texas and be back on American soil. Doesn’t sound very sexy, does it? That’s because it’s not. Is there anything sexy about Texas? Why does everyone want to move to Austin. I don’t want to move to Austin. I want to be as far away from Austin as possible. I want to move to Alaska.

Having some black tea at my AirBnb in Zacatecas, which is dangerous on an empty stomach. Those tannins. Knee is feeling pretty good considering amount of sugar ingested yesterday. Swelling seems to FINALLY be going down. Which is amazing. I still elevate it. I still don’t feel like I could run. I still try to avoid lateral movement. But I’m a little less worried about it. A little less worried about walking on uneven surfaces.

God I can’t wait till Cafe du Monde opens so I can go get mate.

I just went up to the Subi to see if I could find the oil filter cuz the dudes at Autozone the other day suggested I really need to change the oil filter after so much driving and so much time since an oil change. I never even thought about changing the oil filter. So I did what I do best when it comes to working on cars: I opened the hood and stood there looking at it, concerned. If you ever want to feel like a man, just do this. Open the hood of your car. Stare at the contents looking pensive or concerned. You will feel your testosterone levels rising.

Obviously I couldn’t find the oil filter. But I did get down on my back and look at the undercarriage. I can’t tell if it’s mangled or not. There appears to be a slight oil leak, but it’s so minute it’s not even dripping on the ground. There’s a drip, but it’s hanging there, afraid to jump. There’s a clean area around the drip, which my cousin’s husband told me was a great indicator of a leak. But when I checked the oil this morning it was MORE THAN FULL. I don’t understand this car. What the hell is going on. Sometimes I check it on level ground and it’s bone dry. Other times I check it and it appears oil should be bursting out of the top of it.

When I get back home I’m getting BPC-157 and injecting the fuck out of it into my knee.

My AirBnb in Zacatecas is small but adequate. It has a microwave and a fridge and a coffee maker. It has a smart TV, which I haven’t used yet. It’s about a 5-10 minute walk from the historic center, and a 5-10 minute walk from my favorite cafe, where I will be going ever so shortly, Cafe du Monde. My neighbors were being loud last night but I just put on some white noise and that did the trick. It’s good to write blogs before I get too caffeinated, because when I get too caffeinated I feel like the world is coming to an end. Why drink caffeine at all then??????????????????????????????????????????????????? you might ask. Slash you’re probably asking. Well, because I’m addicted. Is that so hard to understand? I’m addicted to two substances right now. Caffeine. And sugar. I’m probably more addicted to sugar. I recently cut out caffeine for a week, but it would be harder for me to cut out sugar for a week. When you cut out caffeine and sugar you don’t have as much of the highs and lows, but the problem then is you don’t have the damn HIGHS. Sugar makes you high. It’s wonderful. And then it drops you right back down.

Hang in there, Subi. Please God.

My teeth are so damn clean from yesterday. These fucking tannins in my stomach.

OK, time to seize the day. I hope you all are seizing the day too. It is sunny here and I’m gonna bathe in vitamin D.

– MW

Hang in There | Zacatecas Day Three

Museo de Francisco Goitia. Zacatecas, Mexico.

Oooooooh, today is a tough one. I was on top of the fucking world this morning. Got my laundry done. Went to the dentist. Got some mate. Went to a museun. It was sunny out. And I don’t know what’s happened this afternoon. I want to get the hell out of here but I know that won’t help anything. Still, I might do it. I have tonight paid for and tomorrow night paid for, and then I might start heading north again. Through Coahuila and Nuevo Leon. Into Texas. Into New Mexico. Into Colorado and Utah and Idaho and Oregon and all the way back to Washington. Google says it’s 34 hours of driving from Laredo, Texas to Seattle. Aka 40 hours if the Subi and I are behind the wheel. If the Subi makes it. Oooooooh, what do you do when you feel like this. What do you do. What do you do. What do you do. What do you do.

Well, I just made popcorn, that’s one thing.

And I’m watching some episodes of Alone.

And I’m making “Chill” tea, a tea with passion flower and valerian root that’s so far not making me chill. I might need to go get a sandwich.

So let’s talk about the positives. One thing that’s dope is that more people are reading this blog than have read it in many years. I think it’s because I’m posting very regularly, which makes search engines index it better. I have no idea. Another positive thing is that I haven’t smoked any cigarettes! I haven’t smoked a single cigarette since I’ve been in Mexico. Or since I’ve been on this trip, actually. No, that’s not true. I smoked one in Hermosillo. But the point is that my knee is feeling pretty good. I mean it still feels super unstable, but I can tell it’s healing. Healing from a torn ligament is a slow process. I need to figure out how to be happy when I can’t boulder, when I can’t surf, when I can’t play soccer, when I can’t run. But it’s tough.

Another positive is that I just got a fresh gallon of water.

Another positive is that I switched to a fresh mask today.

Another positive is that both my parents have gotten the first round of the vaccine.

Another positive is that I have wonderful family and friends I can go back to in Seattle.

There, I feel better already.

Hmmmmmm, what else could I talk about. Oh, I got back on the collagen train today. And I’ve found some places in Zacatecas I really like. My favorite park, my favorite cafe, a place that has cheap lunches I’ll never go back to because the food tasted a tiny bit like it might’ve been cooked with sewer water. My favorite cafe is called Cafe du Monde and serves yerba mate and has little balconies that overlook one of the main streets. Pretty self-explanatory. My favorite park is La Alameda, right by where I’m staying. Smooth tile ground, skateboarders, foliage, a gazebo. Also pretty self-explanatory.

God, when am I going to be able to boulder again?

I can’t wait to go to SBP Fremont.

Writing this blog has made me feel better. I’m gonna go out and get a little food and come back and watch another episode of Alone. And drink more valerian root tea. And hopefully sleep well tonight.

Besos,

Wetzler

Trying Too Hard (#8)

I think I might be trying a bit too hard on this blog. I say this because on my other blog, dedicated to American soccer phenom Christian Pulisic, I don’t try hard at all. I just have fun. But for some reason on this blog I feel compelled to make the writing good, which of course only makes it bad. There was a famous Sportscenter commercial where Kenny Mayne is hitting golf balls into the satellite dish behind the company offices. The guy helping him says, “Hold it like a bird. Not so hard that you crush it. Not so soft that it gets away.”

Ahhh, these metaphors for life.

The above picture was taken by my right arm outside Villa la Angostura about two years ago. The girl in the picture had some kind of exotic name with syllables where they shouldn’t have been, and as I usually do, I briefly fell in love with her on our walk. She had a boyfriend. She was very clear about that. But that didn’t stop us from enjoying a nice hike together and drinking mate in the mountains of Patagonia.

But what does this have to do with anything?

It has to with mate because the reason I’ve been trying hard on this damn blog is because I want it to be something. I have no idea what. I want recognition. The other day I heard that someone had said about me, “I got caught up on Mark’s blog. Sounds like he’s still traveling around, still drinking mate and talking about how much he loves the waitress. But, like, nothing’s really changed, has it?”

I was of course deeply hurt by this until I realized that the reason I was hurt was because it was completely true. That’s been the last 10 years of my life. Traveling around. Drinking yerba mate. Falling in love but now really. And then moving on the next day.

Which is actually completely fine.

But then I made a promise to an 80-year-old Chilean woman that I would stop doing that. So I moved back to Seattle. I bought a boat. And now I live on said boat, and it’s where I’m typing these very words, listening to the rain outside, wondering where I might be able to travel to next, and also wondering if it’s time to boil water and drink a little mate.

-W

Several Seconds too Late (#1)

I’m in Ballard. I didn’t ask to be in Ballard, and yet I’m forever finding myself there. That’s what happens when you live on the Magnolia side of the locks. You’re not going to go into Magnolia to do grocery shopping and run errands. That’s for the rich/criminally insane. If you live close to the locks you’re obviously going to cross said locks and do all of your errands in Ballard. You’re going to go to Trader Joe’s. You’re going to get the coffee samples given out by the lady who’s always gossiping about her co-workers. And then, loot in hand, you’re going to walk back to the locks along Ballard Ave, possibly stopping at Miro to get tea.

At least that’s one possibility.

There are many, many more possibilities. Some of them involve the bus. Some of them involve not getting tea. Some of them involve getting — stand by please — mate.

I have not had any mate today. Or yesterday.

But what I have had so far is green tea and black tea. The nook off the kitchen of my sister’s house is surprisingly tranquil. From it you can hear: A) the fountain from the neighbor’s yard, and B) the hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen. I don’t know which is more soothing. It also allows me to be close to my sister’s dog who likes to sit on the back stoop, surveying the yard for squirrels she can possibly murder. When she finds them she watches them intently at first, and then eventually goes sprinting after them, always arriving several seconds too late, or never having a shot in the first place since squirrels are generally in trees.

Generally. They also like power lines and fence tops.

If you’re a longtime Where’s Wetzler fan you know the following: 1) I’ve been traveling on and off for the past 10 years. I’ve visited many countries. I’ve visited many countries people don’t know are countries, like Monaco and Lichtenstein and San Marino, to name exactly three. But you also know that recently I promised someone — let’s call her my friend, let’s call her my mentor — that I would “settle down.” This meant me buying a boat in Olympia, sailing it up to Seattle, and living on it near the Ballard locks.

But fret not! I will still travel. Today for example I’m going to travel back to Trader Joe’s where I will buy more matcha/green tea cans. Yesterday I bought six. The idea was to ration them over the course of two days, but I ended up drinking all six yesterday. And then even more travels are on the horizon. Mexico in October. Vietnam in November. And I know what you’re asking yourself: Aren’t crabs just really big marine spiders? And the answer is yes, they’re probably in the same family. I would imagine they are. And someday I’ll probably get around to googling it.

And I know you’re also asking yourself: How are you going to have a blog dedicated to travel when you’re not even traveling that much, when you, Yaweh forbid, have SETTLED DOWN? And that’s a wonderful question. One to which I don’t really have an answer to yet.

I guess we’ll find out.

-W