It’s been two months since I returned to Atlanta, and it’s been a serious adjustment. After spending one month exploring different countries and cities, I was afraid that coming back to school and the same city would feel monotonous, but despite being stuck in Atlanta heat and humidity I’m excited to say I’ve found excitement in my own backyard.

When I was on my plane from Amsterdam to Atlanta, I felt my heart sinking. Saying goodbye to Europe was harder than I imagined it would be. I met so many beautiful people and saw so many beautiful places – nothing about home seemed appealing. I took a plane from Amsterdam to Copenhagen, then from Copenhagen to New York. I had a layover in New York from about 12 a.m. to 6 a.m., and although I managed to sleep a little on a bench in the airport, the whole time I was restless and afraid that I would miss my flight. As soon as I stepped out of the airport in Atlanta though, something inside me felt warm.

Despite being born in Mexico, Atlanta had always been my home, and a part of me felt some type of comfort at being back in this sticky heat of familiarity. A friend of mine came to pick me up from the airport and on the drive home, I was greeted with that beautiful Atlanta skyline that I fall in love with more and more every day. Our first stop was Chick-fil-A for a delicious chicken biscuit, and I enjoyed every greasy bite of it. When I got home I took the longest shower of my life – as I scrubbed soap all over my body, I felt like I was washing off weeks of travels. I fell asleep around 1:30 p.m. and didn’t wake up until 6:00 a.m. the next day.

I landed in Atlanta on Thursday and by Sunday I was back to teaching yoga; it felt good to see so many familiar students. Although I was afraid of coming back, when I ended the class, I remembered how much I love teaching and felt a wave of peace flood my body. Yes, it was good to be home. Monday I started summer classes at Georgia State, and the week flew by. I was slowly, but surely getting back into the routine of everything.

Two weeks after returning, I discovered a techno spot in Atlanta, Alley Cat, and I was instantly transported back to Berlin. A girl friend of mine suggested I check it out, so I took the same approach to my travels and went alone. She connected me with a friend of hers’ who is a regular there, so he introduced me to the guy who runs the club and a bunch of other great people. I feel very grateful to have found such an amazing place, and I’m very happy to say that it has become a home away from home for me. It encompasses everything I love about the clubs in Berlin. Good vibes and good people who are there to get lost in good music. There’s something very gritty and raw about that space. You can feel it at 2:00 a.m. when the DJ is mid-set and the crowd is dancing uncontrollably, everyone is sweaty and no one cares about anything but continuing to move to the fast and melodic rhythms blasting out of the speakers.


I can’t believe how fast June and July are flying. Since coming back to Atlanta, I’ve been having so many wonderful experiences. I keep on meeting interesting characters and trying different delicious restaurants. In these two months, I’ve seen more of Atlanta than I had in the past year. One of the things I learned in my travels is that there is no such thing as a boring city, if you have an adventurous soul, you will find adventure. That being said, my feet and spirit are craving adventure somewhere different, so stay tuned for the next voyage.