September was a blur. My friend, her mom, my mom, and I spent the first week racing through Mexico City’s greatest hits like the Museum of Anthropology, Frida Khalo’s house, Contramar, and Rosetta. The second week mom got a private tour of Chapultepec Castle, finally made it to Quintonil, and we hosted another successful dinner party (same Italian white bean soup, if anyone was curious). My ‘uncle’ visited for week three and we both caught up on work between meals and walks. This past week I met my good friends and their 3 girls in Bali. The girls had lots of firsts… first açai bowls, first rafting trip, first time feeding a komodo dragon. We had an amazing time, but I’m looking forward to settling back into a routine. Below are reflections from the 6th and final chapter of my seasonal migration experiment. ReflectionsIt’s amazing how even after 2 years of this lifestyle, I’m still (re)learning things. In some instances I’m not necessarily making the same mistakes per say. Constraints (sometimes self inflicted) have put …