March has been coming with scent of hyacinths. Trees are soughing ecstatically as if heaven and earth were rocking. I have still been staying at Gerardo’s apartment. A month has elapsed quickly since my triumphant return from Los Angeles. Needless to say, I am happy as an adolescent Pan and feel like being on the top of the world. I wake up with a full of vigour every day, for I have a great task to tackle it: writing a book. My book has been bigger and bigger each day, and I am feeling that my journey of writing Seeking the Meaning of Life reaches to the end very soon. All in all, I have started being in love with Mexico and regarding that Mexico is one of my sweet homes. What I love Mexico the most is the weather. Now it is the middle of March, and the bright sun dances on the God’s heaven every day. Mighty sunshine always baths my whole being as if heavenly Father himself nourished me. I need only a t-shirt and jeans to stroll around La Condesa. Thank God, I am feeling so alive!
Since my return from Los Angeles, I have been committing to myself with body and soul and following my program diligently. I have to wake up at nine sharp, eat breakfast, go to Starbucks to write for three hours, amble around La Condesa to lapse into reverie, sit on a bench to contemplate the fountain, eat lunch, head back to the apartment to write for another three hours, saunter to Galerías Polanco to eat dinner, ensconce in a comfortable couch at Starbuck in order to relax with sweet music, and stride back to the apartment to write for another two hours. At the end of day, I always feel exhausted, as Elijah the prophet after challenging the forty-five hundred priests of Baal imported by Jezebel to a contest at Mt. Carmel to prove whose god is the true God. However, it is a good feeling for me to burn out like that, and I feel contented with the progress, that I have made each day.