Precious readers, I have gallantly returned to my icicle homeland for some mince pies and general merriment. It's bizarre to be somewhere with so few curveballs, a place that I have known my entire life. I'll allow myself to enjoy it for now.
The months since I last wrote were packed with jam and earthquakes. After wrapping up my time with the ladies of En Vía, five of my family flew over the Atlantic to spend a fortnight rattling around Quintana Roo, the Yucatán, Chiapas and Oaxaca (shocker). It felt so special to see them fall unexpectedly in love with a country that I adore so much. Having endured years of me rabidly gushing about Mexico, it was as if they were finally putting a face to a name.
And listen, I know I keep banging on about it, but the diversity of this bloody country is simply jaw-dropping. Just five months spent south of the capital revealed a dizzying kaleidoscope of cultural intricacies, a staggering variety in ecosystem and, above all, the warm embrace of it's people. What became apparent to my family was that from the very moment you land, you are in Mexico, ready or not. You're eating their food, seeing in their colours, speaking their language, celebrating their heritage. I realised that maybe that's why I love it so much, a country secure enough in its own identity to bring you in without selling itself out.
Here are a few photos from those ten weeks in Mexico (you’ll find more scattered around on other pages if you care to take a peek). I also plan on writing a lil something about the Día de los Muertos celebrations this year in both San Cristóbal de las Casas and Oaxaca, and also about my weeks in Costa Rica!
So as usual it’s another “catchyal8r” from me to Mexico. Every time I leave, I do so with more reasons to return.
mexico im under ur spell bb. hasta pronto