Before I left for Mexico City I was convinced I was going to get kidnapped/raped/murdered by drug lords and never return by the reactions my co-workers/family members gave me when I told them where I was going. I might have even failed to mention to my parents where we were going until we arrived because then they couldn't give me a hard time about it. Kind of like the time my dad forbade Mr. Homer and I from going to North Korea (I'm pretty sure everyone else that went on that trip came back in one piece). Maybe we should have gone...
Anyway, between my very rusty comprehension of Spanish and Mr. Homers' Italian skills, we managed to do alright. It didn't hurt that Mr. Homer had already been to Mexico City years before and our accommodations at the Hilton Reforma were not too shabby.
Run down of the things we did:
- Zocalo
- Calle Tacuba
- Palacio Postal
- Templo Mayor de Tenochtitlan
- Bazar Sabado – It took FOREVER to get here because Mr. Homer hates taxi drivers in every country and refuses to take them, so we took the metro to the closest stop and then walked and walked and walked. I sort of regret not buying stuff from the market, but by the time we got there I was way too cranky to do any shopping.
- Museo Frida Kahlo – It took FOREVER to get here because after the market we got on a bus which we thought was going in the general direction of the museum and overshot it by miles. And then Mr. Homer freaked out. We hopped on a bus going back in the opposite direction and everything was good again.
- Coyoacan – Loved this neighborhood. I probably could have spent all day here. And then the nicest lady who worked at the French embassy helped us back to the metro. Thanks, lady. I think this was the only time out of our whole trip where we felt kind of vulnerable, walking down empty unknown streets, but we made it out fine.
- Chapultepec Park/Museo Nacional de Antropologia e Historia/Embassy Area – We had the tastiest tortas in the neighborhood where all the embassies are located and then walked to Chapultepec. At this point I think I was cranky/tired and done being a tourist.
Best thing about Mexico City:
- Tacos. The best were the ones you bought off the carts on the street. So good.
- Everything was so damn cheap. We took out like $300 at the beginning of the trip and I think that's all we ended up taking out.
- Everyone was super duper nice.
- It's a legit city with an extensive metro and it had such a great energy (two very important qualities to have in a big city).
Would I recommend Mexico City to everyone? Probably not. My Spanish speaking sister didn't even feel comfortable there, but then again she's not the adventurous type. I would definitely go back to Mexico City if I was in the exploring sort of mood. Bring your walking shoes and a healthy appetite.
I wish I was more ambitious about my blog post to include
photos, but I feel incredibly accomplished by just remembering half of
the things we did and to type them out.
On a side note, most of the summer between July and September was kind of non-existent so no blog post to remember what we did. We spent a lot of it indoors/hibernating for whatever reason. I think the beginning of the year wiped out any desire to do anything. And now, October is looking busy. I like busy. Busy is better than being bored, which is what I've been for a few months. And bored is making me want to move...let's talk more about that later.
