The day I left home and became a nomad

 This is something I should've started about two months ago when I left my home-country: El Salvador (exactly on May 23rd). 

I remember that warm and cozy morning when I took a shower and then lifted my heaaaavy luggage. I never imagined how much my life was about to change...

(The last mirror photo I took at home, taken at 4:18 am)

(The last sunset I looked at and that I could enjoy from Zona Rosa)

The journey began and I rode the beeeeest and the most comfortable bus I was going to ride from then on. It was full of European people and Gringos heading to Guatemala, and watching them inspired me more and more in becoming a nomad. 

Once in Guatemala, I kept suffering the paranoia I inherited from living the worst and most dangerous years in El Salvador. So, I was not willing to go out and have lunch. Instead, I ordered pizza through PedidosYa (lol) and ate it at the station. 

There, I read muuuultiple warnings about the risks of not being accepted to enter Mexico and I suffered an anxiety crisis because I did not have a return ticket (which was a requirement). My crisis went so far that I wanted to buy or even fake my return ticket (lol). I talked to the ticket seller and he explained to me that the risks and requirements were for first-time-in-Mexico travelers only. I could finally breath as normal...

Even though I felt calm and ease, I did not felt hungry and could not stop having negative thoughts...

The trip from Guatemala city to the Mexican border lasted forever! We did a quick stop at Retalhuleu, Guatemala to have dinner.

(This was my dinner that night. I mentioned I was not feeling hungry, but I knew that, once in the other side, I was going to starve) (Cheers for the Guatemalan coffee!)

The remaining part of the road lasted forever (again). We arrived at the first checkpoint on the Guatemalan side and everything went just fine! Buuuuuut, rumors said that the Mexican side is one of the trickiest frontiers that exist...

I immediately confirmed it when I got off the bus, stepped on the floor and was offered multiple services, money exchange (obviously it was scam). I felt so harassed...

Scamming did not stop during the whole time we were out of the bus. Thanks God I'm Salvadorean and they could not catch me at all! (they even wanted to steal my bags of coffee). There are multiple attempts of scam and details I would not like to discuss, so I'll leave it up to your imagination...

As you may know by now, I could pass and started to starve (lol). 

(One the most Mexican signs welcomed me at Tapachula, Chiapas: an OXXO store).

I think we were all in the bus a bit afraid or nervous, because when we rode it up again, we started to speak with others. We spent the last part of the road talking and talking until we finally arrived at the bus station...

I was free! I could not believe it! I immediately headed to my airbnb after being sat on two buses for at least 16 hours (yes 16 hours from San Salvador to Mexico). Once on my airbnb, guess where I headed and what I did... 

You guessed it! I went to the closest taquería to have some tacos and, of course, a couple of beers.

That day was full of emotions and it wasn't boring at all! I kept the whole day sitting and I do not have too much to tell, but it was great and I cried a couple of times.

The next day was so overwhelming and shocking, but I'll tell you about it later...