In my life I have traveled extensively, but I haven’t been very lucky about having amazing views out the window of the airplane. It has always been that we are too high to see anything, or it is too dark to see anything, or I’m just not sitting on the window seat. Up until two weeks ago when I traveled from Portland to Mexico City via Dallas. Continue reading
I was born and raised in Mexico City; I moved out for the first time to London when I was 19 years old. So, until I am 38 years old, Mexico City will be the place where I have spent the most time, and possibly be the only place ever I live in for that many years. Even though I loved Mexico, I still had the bug to move abroad but I always missed many things (and definitely didn’t miss a few like traffic and pollution.)
Last time I visited was almost exactly a year ago.
This time, I was there for a week, and I already felt a bit like a tourist. I was seeing things with fresh eyes, and since Mexico City is a rapid growing city (I really don’t know how they fit everything), I was seeing many buildings and places I had never seen before. Continue reading
I never named you, but I should have. I met you in the summer of 2008 and during our almost 6 years together, you have been a great companion. You were my roommate in four different countries, you where the long distance connection between my soulmate (now my husband) and I, you were also the connection between my friends and family and I, and you helped me through tough financial times by living in a Pawn Shop for 10 days, I’m sorry I abandoned you during those days. Continue reading
A few hours ago I got my ticket to fly to my hometown this weekend. I was born and raised in Mexico City and had an awesome life there but I always knew I wanted to live abroad. I loved Mexico City, there was no reason why I shouldn’t want to stay, but I always had the travel bug, and that meant not staying in Mexico after graduating High School. When I was 19, I moved to London. I went straight from my lifelong home to a country about 6000 miles away, and that’s when the crazy adventures began and still continue. Continue reading
Yesterday was the 3rd anniversary of our first wedding and this is the greeting card I bought my husband. It’s actually a birthday card (It says happy birthday inside); I didn’t like any of the ones in the Anniversary/Wedding section.
“Wait, what? First wedding?” (That’s you who said that.)
Technically it was just about 3 and a half hours, and I spent 80% of the time in one place. But “A Day In Downtown Portland” sounded better than “Three and a half hours in mostly Powell’s and a few other places in Downtown Portland.”
Yesterday, Josh had a meeting and we decided that he should drop me off downtown and I would just hang out while he did his thing. Continue reading