Mexico 2025 # Bienvenido (Patreon)

Bienvenido… or how everything went sideways.

I already shared a bit about the border issues we had. They really didn’t want to let me in for the period we had planned. After long interrogations, questions (some of them borderline absurd), and a lot of convincing, they finally stamped my passport - for 30 days.

Was I happy to be in Mexico?

Not at all.

I was sleep-deprived, nervous, angry, and absolutely everything around me annoyed me. On top of that, Gary was suspiciously calm. Which somehow irritated me even more.

We arrived in Cancun. I had completely forgotten that Valentine’s Day was just around the corner. Gary had booked a hotel on purpose so we could rest, adjust to the time zone, and of course spend some romantic time together.

Time zone change, climate, stress - everything hit at once. I felt exhausted all the time, and there was this constant question hanging over us - what next? Where do we go if I can only stay here for a month?

After that, we went to see CDMX. We had heard a lot from friends - that it’s great, full of art, young people, culture, and relatively comfortable. My friend Daryana also joined us there - I hadn’t seen her in a very long time. But even her presence couldn’t really save my impression of Mexico City.

Too noisy. Too dirty. Too unfamiliar. And that constant feeling of uncertainty - what’s next, where do we go, what do we do.

At some point, my wonderful, incredible partner eased my anxiety by saying he might have found a way to extend the visa. But for that, we needed to go to a town where he once had a small business with his dad. And since my visa was about to expire, we had to move fast and start yet another paperwork adventure.

There were no other options. So we packed our suitcases and all flew together to Baja California Sur.

P.S. Yes, you’re right - there are no Cancun photos in this post. And that’s because we sent our 70 rolls of film to be developed in Barcelona. Turns out it wasn’t an actual DHL office, but some random postal service that “does DHL shipments”.

That’s where the problems started.

Spain refused the package because there were candies inside along with the film (apparently not allowed - no one warned us). When the package was sent back to Mexico, they said it was now considered an import, and since we were no longer the senders, we needed an import agent.

Long story short - almost a year has passed. No one has given us the film back. And no one knows how to help.