Part of me still can’t believe we made it all the way to the east side of the Yucatan from Washington state. Even though it took 6 months to get here, we’d been driving like madmen the past three days. I think we just about hit 18 hours.

There’s a certain kind of stare that people give when you’re not welcome. It’s not to be confused with the stare of uncertainty, or the stare of cluelessness. It’s a stare that makes your nerves tingle like a fuse on 4th of July.

Damn, this was a difficult shoot. Almost all the conditions were stacked against us. But I managed to pull through. Somehow. Apparently the Mayan Gods enjoyed our company.

We woke up outside Grutas Tolantanga around 7:30am, and were greeted by a line of cars at the entry. But it didn’t quite seem like the entry… It looked like some type of chaotic blockade. People were getting in and out of their cars, and smoke was blowing everywhere. What the fuck…

OK, I lied. Remember when I said I was exhausted after shooting La Poza? Turns out I had one more shoot in me for the day.

I was in a wretched mood when today’s shoot started, which was ironic because we were shooting at a Zen surrealist garden in the middle of the jungle.

Finding a four leaf clover is a rare genetic mutation. It’s estimated that one in every five thousand clovers has four leafs. Today I found one.

Today the research finally paid off. FINALLY. We shot at Cascada de Micos just north of Mexico City, and even jumped off a waterfall or two.

We didn’t even realize it but we showed up to a waterpark today, thinking it was a waterfall nature hike. Mexico’s full of surprises.

OUR VAN’S FINALLY FIXED, WOOOOOOOOOO! Within minutes of picking it up, we were off to our next destination- La Parroquia de San Miguel Arcángel. And let me tell you… This was one of the most epic churches I’ve ever seen in my entire life.

Today's shoot was at these MASSIVE yellow arches that looked like they were created by Ronald McDonald on acid. By the end of it, I was craving french fries like nobody's business.

The awesome thing about Mexico is that they actually acknowledge that death is a real thing, unlike the United States. Which is comforting in a strange, unsettling way.

This is a shortie adventure, because it wasn’t supposed to happen. I felt like I couldn’t leave Guadalahara without including at least ONE church, as the place is quite literally the City of God. (Not really, but that’s a good movie.)

First live wrestling match ever and it was at a Lucha Libre event in the middle of Guadalajara, Mexico. What a way to be introduced.

Today's adventure was in my first world market. I don't count Farmer's Markets, or really ANY market in the USA as a world market. They just don't compare.

I’m gonna cut right to the chase. Our van is in a shop right now, because the power steering fluid is leaking like a dick. And we’re in the middle of Mexico.

Our first waterfall in Mexico did not disappoint. AT ALL. Today's shoot was at Cascades Los Azules, which means the Blue Waterfalls in Spanish.

Today we visited the small town of Tequila, Mexico, which is literally the Napa Valley of tequila. And let me tell you, we got the full experience.

Probably one of my wildest adventures in a LONG time- featuring a near death experience. It was was our first shoot in mainland Mexico- at Mirador Del Cristal.

You know those cliché photos you always see on Facebook of someone saving the baby sea turtles? Yeah... That's what we did today in Buenos Aires, Mexico.