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"I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me, too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it’s true I’m here, and I’m just as strange as you." - Frida Kahlo

"I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me, too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it’s true I’m here, and I’m just as strange as you." - Frida Kahlo

Bosque de San Juan de Aragón

Mere meters away from where I am staying in D.F. lays this sprawling green, brown and gray public park that spans a fair portion of Delegacion Madero, at least two Metro stations in length. Around four pm this afternoon I set out to see it all but only succeeded in encountering at least half. There really is a great deal going on, even though dilapidated might the only apt adjective to describe the majority of the attractions. Besides grabbing tacos, hamburguesas, ice creams and fruit on a stick at any of the little stand you can also visit the zoo, use the extensive jogging path, rent multiperson bikes, sit on burlap sacks and scoot down a seriously high superslide, take a horse ride, visit the gardens, exercise or just make out with your significant other under a tree.

The weather was warm but threateningly muggy, clouds of bruised hues swirled overhead as little bugs ran into my eyes and mouth. With a great deal of stop and gawks it took me about an hour and half to walk the circumference while much more motivated joggers swept on past me. Perhaps next time I’ll join them.

For some persons there exists an organic harmony between all matter and all activity, whose discovery is the purpose of their lives and whose evidence, being inexhaustible, can only be selected by the good judgement and perpetual curiosity of the individual… These persons are the traveling species.
Robert Byron, from First Russia, Then Tibet: Travels through a Changing World

randomessiest asked:

Hey, I was just wondering how long you'll be in Mexico and how this whole thing started. How many places are you going to visit in Mexico? I'm curious!

I guess you could say this started last year when I dropped out of an overpriced liberal arts university and decided to trade the classroom for rundown buses, misunderstood translations and street stewed food that leaves a mark. But honestly, this travel bug has been with me since birth. As for the Mexico leg of this lifelong journey, I’ve been here off and on since March 2014 and I plan to be here for at least the rest of the year-federales permitting. As for how many places I’m going to visit… ALL OF THEM.

Thanks for the curiosity!

Cuando el sol se despide en D.F.

Still busting my hump looking for employment, today I knocked on doors all through la Reforma hoping that some employer wouldn’t care too much about, oh I don’t know, a valid working visa. After a few hours I threw copies of my CV into the wind, hoping fate isn’t too busy to help out this pobrecita. As the sun said goodbye and the rain came out to play a friend and I ditched the search and ducked in to an inexpensive pulqueria to gossip about world peace, boys and tacos.

I Left My Heart in Guanajuato

Ay dios mio, Guanajuato. Of all the five continents I’ve flitted across, seven seas I’ve spat in, ten too many towns I’ve trampled through, rarely have I ever seen a place so enchanting. Maybe it was because I wasn’t expecting it-no hype, in fact I was almost kinda dreading it- I just wanted to get back to Distrito Federal. But from the second I got on the campy antique styled city buses I was sold on this valley.

Home to a wide spectrum of colors, museums, artists, mezcalerias, cafes, live music, serenading young men in period costumes, narrow alleyways and stray rainbows this predominantly pedestrian city hums with tranquil badassness. 

By day I educated myself at the Contemporary Art Museum, Alhóndiga de Granaditas, and Museo Casa Diego Rivera (actually his childhood home with the first floor fashioned as it would have at his occupancy and the remaining three stories housing a lifetime of his work, beautiful exhibits). By night I focused on other scholary pursuits; ranking mezcal at every offering establishment. The results from best to worst:

  1. Hierbabuena con naranja (Mint with orange)
  2. Chocoreta (Chocolate mint candy)
  3. Mocha
  4. Uva (Grape)
  5. Kiwi
  6. Bubulubu  (Chocolate marshmallow strawberry candy bar)

Care to disagree?