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

Zacatecas!!!! | Mazatlan to Zacatecas

Que hermosura. Suave, sedoso, y hermoso…

It was a curvy road, this morning. Leaving Mazatlan. A curvy road. So curvy that a couple times I felt like I was getting carsick, and I was driving! I didn’t think it was possible to get carsick when you’re driving, just like when you’re seasick the best thing you can do is start driving the boat.

The Subi ran into a bit of a problem today. We had driven about halfway from Mazatlan to Durango, when there were cars stopped waiting for road workers to let them through. So this meant a little stop and go traffic for awhile, and as soon as we were in this line the Subi’s engine promptly started smoking. And it smelled a bit like burning rubber. Or burning oil. So I started cranking the heat to try to get heat out of the engine compartment, and she didn’t overheat, though I have no idea if my heat cranking actually helped. And then finally the line started moving again, and I just kept going. Maybe it’s low on oil (I check the oil every five minutes)? Maybe it’s just a shitty, old car? Maybe a belt actually did break the other day?

Ahhhhh, the Subi.

So now I’m in Zacatecas, and it’s beautiful. I can officially add this to my “Top 5 Favorite Cities in Mexico” list. Others on it include: Mexico City, Guanajuato and….oh I don’t know, maybe San Jose del Cabo? El Roble? La Union?

I had originally planned to stay a night in Durango, but when I came out of the hills where the engine started smoking and careened on the plains that hold Durango I thought, “Yeah…….no way I’m staying in this city tonight.” Sometimes when I start driving it’s hard for me to stop driving. Like, all I wanna do is drive all day and all night and just get SOMEWHERE, or get AWAY from everything, or something. I think the reason I just wanna keep driving sometimes is because it can be kind of stressful to arrive somewhere when you don’t know the city and you don’t have lodging booked. So if you just keep driving, you delay that stress. Until the stress of driving for 10 straight hours outweighs that stress.

Now I’m in a beautiful guesthouse in Zacatecas, and tomorrow I’m hopefully moving to an AirBnb. And I have a confession to make real quick: I don’t know if I’m going any further south on this trip. Like, I don’t know if I’m going to Mexico City. We’ll see. I’m gonna spend a few days in Zacatecas to walk around and drink coffee and think about things. Also, there are good tamales here.

The knee feels great after the fast, just so you know. It really helped to bring the inflammation down.

I think I’m gonna read Circe and go to bed. Or maybe start on season 4 of Alone. Or maybe watch YouTube videos.

This place is really freaking quiet. I think I’m gonna sleep well tonight.

Buenas noches.

– Wetz