The headdress in the picture is the one Montezuma was wearing when he first greeted Cortez and his men when they arrived in 1519, the intersection pictured is believed to be the location of that meeting. All things considered 500 years isn’t that long still it feels pretty neat to stand on the spot where two empires met and realize the weight of everything that came to each of them in the years that followed.
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Day Three
Once the adrenaline wore off I set off again, spent most of the day just walking around the downtown, markets, art galleries, ate ant egg tacos for lunch which were kinda great.
Again Last Night
Left the bar around midnight in search of dinner, took subway to El Vilsito (learned from Anthony Bourdain) an auto body shop by day, taco place at night, best food ever.
Day Two
Headed back to the airbnb at 9 to meet up with my guide, Nadia and her driver Ivan. Spent the day at various Aztec and older sites, climbed pyramids, drank pulque, fun.
Last night
Day One
Exploring the city, found my way to Mercado San Juan, saw butchers selling iguana and skunk meat. The lunch special in the market was beans and rice, followed by menudo and then a couple chicken tacos for $4, the guy next to me told me it was the best deal in the city and then he paid for mine, hoping everyone is this friendly.
Walked through the National Museum which has been a to-do list item for years, impressive but all signage in Spanish meant lots of guessing as to the identity and significance of each piece, if I am on point then I’m pretty sure the statue in this pic is Steve the God of Haircuts.
Welcome to somewhere else
Landed in MC, changed money, decided to find the subway rather than taxi. Google says subway is 1km away, spent 25 minutes trying to leave the airport, not really designed for walking to and from.
Walked the one km through what I am assuming is not the nicest part of town, morning rush hour, loud, busy, broken sidewalks and a gauntlet of old ladies selling breakfast. Eventually found the station, an insane madhouse of concrete and people, never seen anything like it, stood in sardine crowd an hour before the violent shove onto the train, in a bit of a daze but on my way.


