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The ancient capital of the Mexicas [otherwise known as the Aztecs] is now the largest city in North America. Conquering nations have come and gone, leading to societal hierarchies and cultural genocides that have impacted the deep-rooted culture of the Mexican people. Such deep roots have held steadfast and continue to thrive throughout the modern metropolis of Mexico City.

The Huchriols - how to Survive in an ever-expanding world

The grueling truth of the sugarcane industry

Oil-slicked water and the occasional algae bloom, what is not to love on the southern California coast?

When traveling the streets of Portland you find yourself lost in the immense amount of art and culture. As the overcast lays upon the city and a chill hits the bare faces of those who reside in its many streets and alleys; the rain cleanses the buildings and produces an environment in which moss and lichen overtake concrete. Many that have not traveled up north to the saturated and dense lands of Oregon assume Portland is a city in shambles, Infested with vagabonds. In my experience this was not the case, many seem to forget that in any city with a dense populous many struggles to live day to day. I would urge people to pay attention to their committees and reflect on the systemic issues that plague them.

The Oregon coast is a place of great magnificence and mysterious beauty. A place that brought me peace and a sense of escaping reality in the crispest sense of reality. Throughout the drive down the coast, I came across many unique formations of rocks emerging from the frigid ocean, with marine life in abundance.

Deep within the forest, I found much solitude, in a way, I felt as if I was just another one of the ferns covered in condensation. I was one with the world as the world was one with me. Navigating through the thick vegetation my mind seemed to unwind - the voices of malice faded away in the Isolation of the trees.

A compilation of people that shaped me to become this figure that writes to you all today. I have a special place in my heart for all written about - in a way they are my heart. As I continue to grow older year after year more souls impact mine, truly a menagerie of loved ones that have given so much to me. Worlds truly cannot express the amount of gratitude I have for all of you.

Morro Bay is an enchanting place with an immense amount of natural power. A place that can pull anyone out of their mind. A place where time moves slow enough for you to watch the otters crack crabs open upon their bellies. A place to make new friends, from a man playing instruments overlooking mashes to a wise and talented jewelry maker struggling day to day. A place close to what comes after life, a place to share with those you love.

One of the most memorable hikes I’ve ever experienced is conveyed throughout this series - a true glimpse of serenity some may say. A moment when the journey to the top of a mountain wasn’t metaphorical; a crisp wind chill pounded against my face giving much needed time for self reflection as the trek to the top began.

I struggle to express the beauty of Lake Tahoe, from the many fond memories with family to the many nights I would star into the heavens - the stars resembling the eyes of God. Many nights I would go deep within the woods only being accompanied by my thoughts and the many bears that found me quite curious.