Lying on a hammock, on the terrace, surrounded by green foliage and beauty, with the sun shining, in the warmth, Anais Nin finds no need to portray or to preserve in her Diary. She says that in Mexico, they see only the present. People see each other and smile, unlike New York, where one feels invisible.
Guitars, festivities, fiestas, holidays, celebrations, rituals - the Mexicans always find a cause to enjoy life. Anais feels at home here because she knows Spanish and spent her early years in Spain with a similar culture. She achieves a state of being which is effortless, "a flowing journey," as she calls it, which leads her to endless discoveries. She feels that life blooms in Mexico as it did in Morocco, where life force is vital and expansive.
Anais Nin feels reborn. She longs for a simple life where she can cook over a fire, sleep outside in the terrace on a hammock, walk barefoot, have a dirt floor in her hut, wash her hair in the sea. She feels so strongly that she buys a little house in Acapulco, where she can "watch the whales play, without need of books, concerts, plays, provisions of any kind."
Acapulco is a place of joy and health and beauty for Anais.
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