My friend in Mexic DF sends me the above picture of a tostada she ate last weekend in Coyoacan.
Reminds me of the time we spent the entire day hanging around, eating, watching street artists, bands playing, people dancing. Kids running with balloons eating elote. We hung around all the Kahlo and Rivera things. Went back to eat. And back. And back once more. The food in Mexico comes directly from the gods, folks. So good. I didn’t have an ounce of fuck to give for all the weight I put on in those months.
We hung out there at Coyoacan a few times during the weeks I spent in DF, before taking the bus and traveling around the rest of Mexico. There was just so much to see. I loved how it was mostly a place for locals to go and visit and be together and have fun.
I feel very lucky and am happy I got to spend extended time abroad, meeting new places and people. And just engaging in new experiences.
It makes me feel emotionally rich to have all these memories to wrap myself into on a wretched Monday halfway the year.