My oldest friend came to visit my newly adopted country over Christmas and the New Year. We met in Merida, in Yucatan, and spent a delightful couple of weeks exploring a corner of the country hitherto undiscovered by me, soaking up sunshine on the Riviera Maya, and getting to grips with arguably the best of…
Tag: Mexico City
Life in the upside down
I usually pride myself on my ability to get to know a city quickly. Not a massive claim to fame, I know, but my sense of direction, my orientation within the hustle and bustle of a metropolis, is something I feel genuinely confident about. I’m not, external evidence to the contrary perhaps, a particularly self-confident…
Speak like a local or look like an idiot or: How I learned to stop worrying and love Spanish
One of the biggest frustrations for me since moving to Mexico has been, unsurprisingly, the language barrier. Not from a practical side, I have to say. Despite not studying Spanish at school, the occasional holiday to Spain, coupled with the similarities it has with my residual french, and the millennial’s weapon of choice in being…
The Garden of Earthly Delights – Leonara Carrington at the Museo de Arte Moderno
I had never heard of Leonora Carrington before moving to Mexico. Not necessarily that surprising – I’m not exactly an art critic, with more of a ‘I knows what I like and I likes what I know’ attitude to art, but it seemed a little odd to discover an artist born in Lancaster for the…
Parks, squirrels, and stuffing my face
Best places to run in Mexico City On the face of it, Mexico City is not the greatest place for running. The altitude and pollution will leave many, if not most runners gasping for breath. The pavements are uneven at best, peppered with cracks, missing stones, and huge drops, as the combination of earthquake damage…
Gol gol gol gol gol goooooolllazo!
I’m speeding down the busy main roads in the south of D.F., rain battering the windows, in the back of a jeep struggling to pull on my socks and boots. As we barrel around a corner, narrowly missing the taxi parked in the middle of the road, straddling two lanes, Poncho, sitting in the passenger…
Normal and exceptional – one and half weeks
I’ve been in Mexico City for one and a half weeks. My experiences so far have been on the whole…normal. Sorting out public transport, cooking, writing, sorting out the flat. So much for an exciting travel blog you’d think…but I couldn’t be happier, and I feel like the whole thing has been exceptional. After all,…
Dogs, fish, and no tacos
Mexico City has been an overdose for the senses, from the very first moment I saw it framed in off-white through the aeroplane window. I peered out, bleary-eyed and fuzzy-headed after a long flight, at the seemingly endless array of lights stretching away almost as far as I could see, until abruptly quenched by the…
