So I recently went on my third big trip for 2018 and it went through this route: Belize->Chetumal->Cancun->Houston
Why would I go to Houston? Well I’m planning on leaving my home and going on a backpacking trip so I needed to get myself a US bank account to work online and avoid all those high taxes that Paypal has so that’s the primary reason but I leveraged like I always do and decided to go couchsurfing and buy some backpacking gear 🙂
How was it you ask? Very fucking interesting. The first feeling I got when I arrived the U.S. was how excessive everything was. Big trucks, big meals, big people lol. I love human beings but damn was it difficult here since most people seem to be disconnected. Individualism is like an understatement here in the U.S. I’m generalising a bit but it’s fair to say that it’s a very selfish country given all the consumerism that is promoted there.
And holy shit is everything efficient. I loved how accessible everything was with Uber/Lyft/Stores. I could literally get anything I wanted.
The downside of Houston? It’s huge and you need a car to move around. Thank the universe for couchsurfing because my hosts were amazing and took me everywhere.
There was this moment when I was in this restaurant called “Brother’s Tacos” and I couldn’t help but feel a bit sad for the excessive lives everyone lives there but I centered myself a bit and remembered it’s not their fault and that I love them still because they are me and I am them.
It’s amazing how travel can help you go from separation to truly believe we are all one. By this, I mean that throughout our lifetime, we’re programmed to believe that the ego is a separate self and then we compare that ego with every-fucking-thing and it gets so layered that we truly forget who we really are.
I hope this makes sense. There’s this book my sister had me buy called “The Power of Now” and I think the author does a decent job of describing this feeling of “one-ness”
So yeah, that was a lot of rambling so here’s what happened in Houston/Cancun/Chetumal:
- I got a mad crush on my Phillipina couchsurfer
- I learned how to feel compassion for Americans
- I met a family that I had met in Costa Rica (Small world)
- I met a cool Venezuelan Uber driver and we spoke about life for 2 hours
- I did not eat Chic-Fila nor did I try Five Guys Burger 🙁
- I ate amazing Vietnamese food thanks to my couchsurfer
- Apparently I became a chef since my hosts loved the veggie curry coconut I made
- I got a free juice at the airport just because I was Latino and the worker liked me
- An Indian banker at Wells Fargo hooked me up with Bank of America to get my U.S. Bank account
- I stayed in the most beautiful room in Houston that’s probably worth $100 USD a night for free
- I almost died since a car crashed about 25ft behind me and I felt zero fear
- My tinder was filled with chubby American girls haha
And as I’m writing this I’m still in Chetumal for a night couchsurfing so the adventure continues 🙂