April 19 2010

Seat 12A. Aisle.

Mexico City slowly showed itself when the haze began to subside.

Anna told me to gchat immediately after landing and I obliged. I expected to find her staring down at me from the 3rd floor of our apartment building while I exited an Excelente cab. Instead, she was at the airport waiting to jump in.

I left Mexico City and my fiancee on June 28, 2009, and haven’t returned since my departure. I left with the mixed feelings of a visitor knowing he didn’t see enough, do enough or try hard enough to embrace the world around him. I hated being a pocho and it ate me alive.

Today I wanted nothing else but to see Anna, eat some delicious nopalitos con una gringa de pollo, and photograph some of DF’s finest street art. I was treated with a wolf sighting. It’s the city’s way of saying, “Welcome back, cabron. Now let’s kick it.” I promise to try harder this time.

Above, Anna at Fifty24MX, in front of a Wendell Mcshine piece.