I arrived in Mexico city in the wee hours of Sunday. The flight was good, we had space as the plane wasn’t even half full. Though I could not sleep; and I arrived in zombie mode.

I got through all the controls fast and without hassle, even though my washed passport looks really beaten. But I guess they have seen worse than this.

Rodolfo from my Airbnb home picked my up a quarter past 6 in the morning, and we headed for their B&B. As my pace was still taken till noon, Rodolfo and Francisco were so kind to let me sleep in one of their B&B rooms. A much needed break, and I passed out quickly.

Around 2, they drove me over to my new home for the next four weeks. Located in the quiet Calle Tokio, close to the Zona Rosa district, it’s a modern 1-room studio with a nice bath, kitchen, bedroom with a nice living area.

I’m really content I chose this place.

It was rainy, as the remnants of a tropical storm from the Pacific passed over the city, and all I did was to walk a couple of blocks down to a supermarket and get the vital groceries.

I was seriously beat, even though I slept in the morning, and napped some more. After Burning Man, after going out in San Francisco, after the sleepless flight… I am as tired as rarely before on this trip.

As usually, my body reacts t that with a cold. Sore throat, running nose, generally feeling sore.

I seriously need a break, a slower pace, some room to breathe. At least until the San Francisco gang comes to visit in 10 days, for a prolonged weekend.

So I only went out for a tea last night, and then slept for over 10 hours.