Our round trip from Vancouver Island to Baja California has been complete for almost one month. We have sold the van, signed an apartment lease, and become gainfully employed. Throughout the stress of all that adulting, I have been thinking about Mexico. Over the course of our five week trip, we spent a total of four days there and not once did we seriously contemplate going surfing. Roaming the streets and getting lost on washed out beach access roads was plenty for me. But I cannot shake the feeling of being strangely at ease in that country in spite of being so far out of my comfort zone. In a land where stories of gringo surfers getting robbed, or worse, are served with your morning coffee, I was able to ease into a sort of relaxed poise. I was careful and clearheaded, but free for the first time of an inexplicable anxiety that had been building since day one of my undergrad. We’re trying hard to stay put for a while, but I’ll be pinching my pennies with the hopes of returning to Mexico sooner rather than later.