Wednesday, September 4, 2013

on the road.

There's a reason why I'm only just starting to get the hang of street names that I walk on everyday. Why its taken this long to get where I'm going without stopping a friendly passerby to ask for directions. 

I'm a gawker. But there is simply so much to see. 

Papel picado: a Mexican handiwork.

Preparations are in full swing for the quickly approaching Independence day. Each day, I walk out of the university to see new patriotic decor popping up.
El pueblo a la universidad, la universidad al pueblo” on the Torre de Rectoria building of UNAM. 
      But the culture is expressed far beyond decorations. It's woven all throughout the diverse capital city of Mexico. It's in the colonias. The churches. The buildings standing side by side.  The parks. The people. 

And what Mexican park would be complete without a bus that doubles as a drama house and gets a new paint job every couple weeks? 

I don't get lost so much anymore. But I also haven't stopped trying to soak in everything possible as I walk the streets. 

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