In 2002 we liquidated our life in the States.
The American dream was literally killing me.
It was the last call to rewind, regroup, rebuild and restore.
First was a coast city, then a NowhereSpot, a stone throw from the ocean accessed only by boat.
We experienced hurricanes and earthquakes of great magnitude, learned to read tides, watch the whale migrations and heard the jungle rhythms.
But the mountain nostalgia crept back on us. Eventually we opted for the Sierra Madre high desert where we fell in love with a neglected 3 hectares on a hill near a small dwelling.
Brick by brick, shovel by shovel, step by step, we keep creating our reality.
The surprises constantly leave us breathless from both the awe and endless challenges.
We keep learning a lifestyle that is drastically different from the inherited familiarity of large cities.
Here are snapshots from our life from where we keep finding more and more meaning without a deliberate pursuit for it.