Shit. I can’t check any of these off yet. Mamaz gonna light the fire cuando me regreso.
After grubbing at Pochote, I peeked into the door of a family servietas factory. They’ve been making servietas in this family for four generations and show no signs of stopping.
Hit and quit it stilo. Now headed back to OAX for some much needed R&R from my vacacione.
Went for a run this morning and ran right into a demonstration! I noticed that people were gathering and walking in a general direction, so I just followed along. Bonus of being on a run, is that you breeze past the unexpected. I ran past women, men, anarchists, photographers, extraños, and hella of policia.
Mexico is an amazing place, stricken with sour politics, but it has a momentum and an energy that is unmatched from what I’ve felt in the States. There is a sense of optimism and confidence amongst the people. While Mexico is far from third world, it is still developing and there is a sharp contrast between poverty and affluence here. However many Mexicans aren’t searching for the materialistic satisfactions that Americans desperately crave. For a majority of Mexicans, the ultimate goal here is family, justice, and education. They are confident in their likes/dislikes; tortillas will accompany most meals, and that included Chinese. I’m excited to take what I have learned here and apply it to my outlook on life and goals for the future.
The Mayans said my spirit animal was a snail. This must be looking at the bigger picture, because my immediate animal speaks true to my Capricorn goat-ness: I tend to ram my head against the wall a couple times before I get it right. However, I do see myself making progress, slowly but surely; just please don’t sprinkle salt on me before I reach the finish line.
Diamonds are forever.
This city is a beast, but it’s the most multi-faceted animal you’ll ever encounter. Streets are lined with vendors selling everything from tarot card readings, milkshakes in bags, vintage books, crafts, and of course, tacos.
Today I hit up dos mercados. I think I could die grocery shopping, it is. hands down, my favorite pastime. The first mercado was in my neighborhood. I wandered the streets of Barrio Chino which bleeds into Centro Historico. Along the way i stopped for a coffee and then found this GIANT panaderia. I spent about 45 minutes just looking at all the pastries, a majority had just come out the oven; that freshly baked bread smell is such a panty dropper.
I was told to check out Mercado Jamaica; a combo of food and flores. I have never seen so many flowers!!! Arrangements with roses in the shape of crosses and some that looked like dogs, there was even a **GASP** hello kitty shaped arrangement; Mexicans are so freakin talented!
I continued to buy flowers and verduras. Just to put how rad this place is into perspective: six dozen roses were goin for $50 pesos. FIFTY FUCKING PESOS! If my man didnt buy me flowers from here every week he’d be 86d! Squash, queso, dos rabanos gigantes for un peso. Then I had to buy some Huitlacoche. Can’t find that shit in the Bay. Throw in a star fruit, a prickly pear, and one mamey. On my way out I stopped for a blue maiz treat; it was kind of like a huarache: filled with black beans and topped with salsa verde, roasted nopales, and cotija.
i ran a train through that market and could’ve spend hours there if i had gotten there earlier. Man am I exhausted! So far, Mexico City has proven to be muy deliciosa.
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