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Today, as the city seemed to melt, I thought: this heat isn't punishment. It's a reminder. That we're here. That we still feel.

And still, it leaves something behind. It doesn’t go without a trace. It changes the shape of branches, the order of things, the texture of the afternoon.

So, if you walked alone a few weeks ago, this weekend I invite you to walk among people

There’s a kind of silence that only happens when the wind barely touches the water’s surface.

Some days, Baja California Sur folds into itself—as if the peninsula were breathing slowly, like a sea creature drifting under the sun, with no intention of arriving anywhere. Today was one of those days.

And maybe that’s a kind of resistance too: to keep watching, to keep listening to what Baja California Sur’s silence has to say.

But it wasn’t just any wind—it carried the salt of the Gulf, the murmur of a restless sea, and the silent message that hurricane season has begun

The state security pact is not only a government commitment; it's also a call for shared responsibility: taking care of our streets, our beaches, our common spaces