I've been here for a couple of days now and, despite the freedom I feel every single time I'm in a beach town or village, I know I must stay focused, both in improving my German and also keeping on writing, buying altcoins, reading about finance and economics, listening to educational podcasts etc, in short, to keep building myself.
After all, this short trip - with no return ticket yet - was born out of the desire of spending the Covid days in an environment I can be happy, free and most importantly, myself. But it is just a short chapter in my life. Once the borders open and I can get my German student visa, I'm fleeing to Berlin to continue my long term plans.
Covid is a plan ruiner, party breaker and ballon popper. For most of us, if not all, it was a game changer where pretty much half a year and maybe more of our lives was thrown in the trash and what we thought of making happen for this year had to be put on hold.
But that only up to us, right? If these several months are wasted, it is only on us and us alone. We decide what we do with the time we are given - and in this case, taken away. I can decide to mourn about all those plans I didn't convert into reality or I can keep preparing to fulfill them, and actually arrive to my destination more prepared than as I was in February.
Anyway, this little town in the Mexican Pacific coast is perfect for surfing, relaxing, enjoying the sun and overall, make the most out of real life, since there is barely internet at all and where there is WiFi, the quality is subpar. I don't get my 4G cellphone data anywhere around town (believe me, I tried everywhere) so I'm WiFi bound.
This means I have an office... well, kind of. I mainly hijacked a table and use it every day to do all my daily PC with internet required stuff, just a couple of meters away from the WiFi router and, at the same time, surrounded by jungle-like plants, a little pond, a sand hallway and a hammock. Pretty neat, I'd say. Exactly what I was coming for. Exactly what I was craving when I was trapped in that 7th floor apartment for two months with a roommate I couldn't stand, not just for her Covid paranoia, but also because of her terrible personality.
I'm happy now, I fell fullfiled. For the first time in three months I'm not feeling like I'm throwing away my life during the stupid, crazy, paranoid lockdown. I'm improving myself and at the same time, I'm nowhere near being quarantined. People are normal here, there are no infected people and life goes on as if it was 1949 or 2024. There is no mass hysteria here and you know what? That's exactly what I came for.