Good Friday procession in
Tourists in the market-filled streets of
Some uplifting graffiti (Smile, it's free)
Light plays on the archways of the ex-monastery in
Beautiful scenery along the start of the hike. Seemingly innocent and inviting.
Happy nature selfie at what we thought was halfway but turned out to be just 1/4 of the way up.
The next morning, my friend and I woke up to roosters crowing and decided to watch the sunrise from our hotel’s roof. I was enchanted by the simultaneous glow of pink peering over the mountains in the distance and the chorus of birds that welcomed the sun back into the sky. When I got back to my apartment in the city later that day, the first thing I did was sit on the roof of my building to admire the sunset before I began to unpack everything. And I realized something. There was a chorus of chirping birds wishing the sun farewell here in the city just like they had serenaded it hello in Tepoztlán. I have always found nature to be a very healing presence for me, and had been feeling suffocated in such a large, cement-laden city. Yet there is so much nature right here. I went to Parque Bicentenario this week as well, just a thirty minute metro ride away from my apartment, and immediately fell in love with its grassy fields, replicas of various ecosystems, reflection pools, and winding pathways.
The sunrise over
The sunset from my roof in Mexico City
Enjoying grass in Parque Bicentenario
Despite its hectic urban nature, Mexico City has stolen my heart. I recently realized this while admiring it from the “mirador” atop the Torre Latinoamericana in the city center. The sprawling, concrete jungle of chaos looked so peaceful and inviting from so high up. I could see my street and my neighborhood that I have come to call home. The beautifully illuminated Alameda Park, with paths so white they seemed to glow, lay next to the ornate Palacio de Bellas Artes, where I had led a Meetup group through a public art display a few months ago. The Zocalo city center (closed currently due to the filming of the newest Bond movie) was merely a dark square outlined by stately government buildings off in the distance: it was where I visited when I first came to this city as a tourist, not knowing I would call it my home two years later. Insurgentes, one of the largest roads in the city, appeared a giant artery of red break lights, where I take the Metrobus to visit family to the north and south. Chapultepec Park was a sea of dark greens and blues, where I have gone for walks and bike rides with new friends. The skyline of shiny silvery skyscrapers north of the park was Polanco, where I first learned my way around the city, traveling from meeting to meeting on my own. The lights along the mountains at the far edge of the skyline were from offices in Santa Fe, where I have worked with a variety of entrepreneurs. And beyond the shadowy mountains that rim the bowl of the valley, was the rest of Mexico, some places known but others yet to be explored. I was overcome by a wave of love and appreciation for a city and country that have shown me so much and that still have so much more to teach me.
The view of the Torre Latinoamericana from the entrance of the MUNAL museum
Mexico City from above (La Alameda and el Palacio de Bellas Artes)
Relaxed and rejuvenated after my Holy Week vacation, I am eager to dive back into work at Endeavor: to meet new entrepreneurs, continue developing friendships, and see what my last three months in Mexico have in store.