14/11/2025
Five weeks of flavorful mangoes, guavas, and avocados, of churros somehow both crunchy and soft, and tacos al pastor that deserve their own love letter.
Five weeks of Frida and Diego, larger-than-life murals, and street art in every shade imaginable.
Five weeks of reflecting on life and death, honoring our loved ones who passed away, and going all in on Día de los Mu***os with a dizzying amount of parades, ofrendas, and shows.
Five weeks of ballet, F1, lucha libre, Michelin-rated restaurants, holes-in-the-wall, modern malls and pre-Hispanic history. Of trying to keep up with exhibitions, events, and shows that never seemed to end, and eventually giving in to a city that offers more than we could ever take in.
Five weeks of incredibly kind encounters, of living a regular life in a local neighborhood, of broken Spanish slowly getting fixed through weekly lessons.
Five weeks of incessant noise and crowded metros and insane traffic, too. Of colectivos that never came and stomach bugs that wouldn’t go away.
Five weeks of learning, doing, and observing. Being still and in motion.
It was vibrant, intense, fun, colorful, chaotic, exhilarating, and exhausting. It was beautiful.
Hasta la próxima, Mexico. 💚🤍♥️
Thank you Vera, Klaas and Jane for some of the pictures included in this carousel.🙏