Spent much of the past 24 hours in transit, but I’ve finally made it to Mexico City! During a layover in Charlotte, I met a charming Scottish man and we spent a few hours wandering around the airport swapping stories.
As I waited for my driver to pick me up, I sat on the pavement soaking in the beginnings of the trip and falling in love with the sights and sounds of Distrito Federal or simply D.F.
My roommate Ana and I spent the rest of the day wandering around our neighborhood and Zona Rosa which was very touristy but a decent introduction to this amazing city.
I also met Kujo, the friendly Mexican dog, near his owners who were playing cards in a plaza.
Later last night we wandered up and down Insurgentes, a long street that runs through much of the city. There were rows and rows of mannequins, some creepy, others hilarious.
The hostel owner informed us that Saturday night was ‘Tequila Night’ on our rooftop, so we went and spent several hours with other travelers. I have begun to feel that incredible lightness of being that accompanies you when you’ve decided to do exactly what you want. There is an air of connectedness, excitement, purpose.