Mexico is for Lovers

I’ve been back home from Mexico for about a week now, but my heart’s still there rendezvous-ing down a tree-lined avenue in Mexico City or something. I didn’t think I’d fall so quickly for the town but in hindsight, I didn’t stand a chance. The people, the sounds, the smells and sights of the city were like a potion that I drank from readily as soon as I touched down. 

I’ve never seen a place so overwhelmingly green. It was an urban jungle intertwined within a real one nestled in the crook of an ever-present mountain.

It was a trip for rest, relaxation, and ultimately running up my credit card with the amazing goodies I found wandering through Mexican marketplaces and shopping districts. Because my sister lives there, I was able to bypass the tourist traps and shop like a local.

  I stumbled upon the cutest little shop showcasing designs by local Mexican fashion designers. Like the good influence I am, I convinced my sister to buy the most interesting origami coat equipped with intricate drapes and folds, impeccably constructed. Not so perfect for the smooth 75-degree weather in town but perfect for an upcoming trip to NYC we’ll be taking together soon. In the racks of this same shop, I managed to get my hands on the sweetest silk ivory cowl neck sleeveless blouse. It’ll be making the rounds in my closet now that I’m back home. 

In the evenings like clockwork, all the doors of the restaurants littered along the streets would swing open, spilling a deluge of warm yellow light out onto the sidewalk accompanied by the tiki taki music of Mexican chitter chatter peppering the air like lightning bugs.

Most nights we found ourselves sitting down in one of these restaurants and listening to the sounds of Mexico reverberating around us. The perfect way to end the perfect day. Mexico most certainly stole my heart, but I’ll be back sometime soon to retrieve it.