Matehuala Whirlpool

Feeling like a leaf caught in a whirlpool. I just keep walking in circles around this town looking for something... no, not looking... waiting. For what? I don't know.

I sort of feel like a ghost in this town. Everyone is going about their daily goings on and I'm just in some sort of holding pattern I suppose.

It's definitely time to make a move and head out into the desert tomorrow, but I'm baffled why I feel so anxious. Not excited, but feeling like something is getting ready to happen, but there are about a hundred snails ahead of me who've got to get theirs first.

I thought making a few images today would get my juices going, but it instead felt more like something I was barely paying attention to while concentrating on something else. Only, I wasn't really concentrating on anything at all. It just felt that way.

A woman with a stark face with kind eyes and a warm smile suggested a few places I should go. She said her father was a photographer as well, only he does commercial photography.

All of the places she recommended are places I've already been except Michoacan. She said, Michoacan, Michoacan as if there's a city called Michoacan in the state of the same name but it's not on my map. Or perhaps I just misunderstood her. My Spanish is only slowly coming back to me so maybe she just meant the whole state of Michoacan?

I feel like maybe I'm forcing a plan already when I should just relax and let the trip come to me in good time.