We shared a moment to reflect on the unpredictability of death, those who had passed, and the value our time here on Earth. It was then that I began to truly understand the significance of the holiday.
A local taxi driver tells me that Mexico City is hysterical, not historical – is he right?
A failed attempt at riding the tourist bus brings me to the coolest art installation I’ve ever seen.
One of the unforeseen hazards of long-term travel, at least for me anyway, is maintaining those friendships.
I can’t lie – Condesa is seriously growing on me.