I am visiting the church in Mexico for three weeks. This trip wasn't planned very far in advance and I wasn't too very excited. Don't get me wrong - I was very happy to be coming back to Mexico City, I guess I was just so busy the weeks leading up to my trip that I didn't really have time for it to sink in.
It hit me about the time that the million lights of the city came into view outside the window of the airplane. Suddenly this contented warmth filled me as I gazed out my window. How can I describe it without sounding trite? Only someone who loves this city would understand. Can I explain how it feels to come home to a place where you only lived for four months? Or the thrill of defying death in the notorious traffic of the D.F.*? The familiarity of the gigantic billboards that line every major street? The buildings painted colors that would be considered scandalously bright in the U.S.? The tacos?
I can't explain this city, but those who have been here and fallen in love with it know. There's something about this city that's intoxicating. Maybe it's the population of 40 million. Maybe it's the feeling of excitement and a little danger that makes it seem like anything could happen. Maybe it's the myriad of subtle cultural differences that just keep life new and interesting. It could simply be the fact that I traded three feet of snow in my yard for summer weather and a garden full of flowers. Whatever the case, I feel like I'm standing at the center of the world when I'm here and I'm so glad to be back.
*Distrito Federal, otherwise known as Mexico City. ;)
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