Published: July 13th 2009
July 13th 2009
One day down in Mexico and the familiarity of it already smacks me in the face. I look to my left and I see Ecuador. To my right, glimmers of Venezuela induce a second glance. Down the street Costa Rica waves hello, and if I turn my head ever so slightly, I see that Peru is tapping me on the shoulder. They are all here... and although Latin America is made up of a myriad of cultures, peoples and languages, it is impossible not to notice an overriding theme.
Flying in yesterday at dusk was an experience I will never forget. As we descended over Mexico City the fact that it is one of the biggest cities in the world became quite clear. The image of a sprawling octopus stretching its many suctioned tentacles far and wide came to mind, and if we choose to continue with this analogy, the historic center where the three of us are currently residing, would be the great big fat head. When you walk down the street you are confronted with an expansive plaza. Included in this one space is the National Palace, home of government goings-on and some amazing Diego Rivera murals (which I salivated over today quite openly and to the dismay of several small children that crossed my path); a cathedral lovingly pieced together like a 1000-piece jigsaw puzzle from various centuries, kings and popes; and a long line of men standing in front of jewelry shops not trying to sell their wares, but buy yours if you so choose to part with it on this fine day. Also of note is the "nutritive store" directly across the street from our hostal that makes homemade icecream cones at all hours of the day and leaves the otherwise dismal street smelling of cake batter. Heavenly? Quite.
We ended the afternoon with a beer in front of a lovely cafe facing buildings that were over 400 years old. As I watched children play on the cobblestones and teenagers dressed all in black make out innapropriately in a corner I had to think to myself: feels good to be back.