Well gang, it’s officially been a month in Mexico.
Four weeks ago, I landed in Mexico City, unsure of what I would encounter but incredibly excited for the vastness of possibility.
Four cities, a small gaggle of new friends and a roller coaster of emotions later, I feel like a new person in some ways — one who is constantly re-establishing her needs, wants and personality in new places and with new acquaintances, often in a new language. The normalcy of routine is gone, but in its place have come so many lessons, realizations and a small understanding of life lived in different cities and towns — ranging from trivial to enlightening.
Here’s some of what I’ve learned:
Ciudad de México, or CDMX as its commonly abbreviated, is known for its historical beauty, it’s vibrant, bustling vibe and it’s incomparable style — represented in both high design and fashion, and the colorful street art that graces just about every block.
Mexico’s capital boasts world-class museums, epic public markets and sophistication that comes along with being one of the world’s largest cities.
But in a sprawling metro that seemingly has it all, Mexico City’s greatest treasure might come via lowly rolling carts bedecked with griddles.
Yep, the street tacos are incredible, and a trip isn’t complete without them.
In fact, Mexico City’s street food is so skillfully made and so nuanced in variety that UNESCO recognized the cart grub as “an intangible cultural heritage of mankind” in 2010. Pretty good for stuff made in a kitchen the size of a small closet.
Here’s what you need to know to eat like a pauper and a king, simultaneously:
A one-way ticket into the world; a one-way ticket away from stability.
It feels weird. It feels crazy. It feels thrilling. Right now, I can’t separate the fear from the fervor, the excitement from the terror. It’s all rolled into one. (I’m excitfied? Terricited?)