Classic bars in downtown Tijuana are filled with history and a riveting atmosphere. Have a beer, have another, tell a few jokes, eat some popcorn. Walk through downtown at night, hear the livelihood of the town, the plethora of different people walking down the street. Enter your favourite jazz club, have another drink, talk some more, drink a bit more, hear the chaos and the order inside it and have fun... If not what's the point, right?
There's also this vintage clothing store, where I bought a new brown leather jacket, and it has become my constant companion on these adventures. There's something about its worn texture and timeless style that makes me feel connected to the past while embracing the present. In my room, I often find myself dancing around in it, losing myself in the music and the freedom of movement. It’s a small, private joy that brings a smile to my face and a sense of exhilaration to my spirit.
And sometimes, when the city feels overwhelming, I escape to the beach to clear my head. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore, the salty breeze, and the endless horizon help me find clarity and peace. Walking along the sand, I let my thoughts drift, untangling the knots of daily life and finding inspiration in the simplicity of nature. It's in these moments of solitude and reflection that I often find the seeds of new ideas and the motivation to continue writing and exploring the world around me.