Since I’m in a country where Thanksgiving isn’t traditionally celebrated, I can focus on the true spirit of the holiday – giving thanks.

I’ll have to visit this museum at least twice more to see everything. Hopefully next time I can absorb more than the god with the unfortunate grill and the ginormous phallus.

A few shots of Mexico City’s decaying, deteriorating, weird, ugly, and quirky.

Shining a light on negativity and being focused on change is great. But how can we actually bring about a change instead of just saying that we need one?

What strikes me most about Coyoacán, aside from its aesthetic charm and small town feel, is the non-clash of ideas and expressions. It seems to welcome all manifestations of the Mexican citizen, from rebellious university students to the wealthy to grandparents to rambunctious toddlers.