[Traditional beauty meets modernity. On the left is a birdhouse on the wall of a wonderful open air restaurant in the San Angel area of Mexico City. On the right is the Estela de Luz, a monument erected for the Bicentennial]
I have to write as soon as I get home of all of the lovely details before they get mixed up with the flotsam of everyday motherhood and they float back out to sea with the skinned knees, forgotten notebooks, and small victories. Thus, I published my missive on Cuernavaca and Tepoztlan as quickly as I could upon returning to Texas. Now, I’ll try to tell you about the second half of our journey, four days in Mexico City.
We were lucky enough to escape Texas a few days early for the Cuernavaca days…but we picked up one more couple at the airport on Thursday and the six of us (Dan & Tina, Shannon & Margaret, Pitts & I) ventured on into the city. I must say, if you have never been to Mexico City, flying into this urban ocean is an incredible sight. There is no end to it. There is colorful, dense, urban landscape as far as the eye can see. The color makes it particularly compelling aerially. Let’s face it, American cities do not look like this from the sky. Mexico City looks like highly motivated architects went to work with bigger-than-life size Legos or a giant box of crayons. Red, yellow, purple, blue, pink, and green spaces are packed densely, and forever. But the vastness of the city is something to try to take in as you fly in. Open the window shade. Do not miss it. Insist on the window seat.