I Miss Mexico

I recently discovered the fun of clicking backward on my friends' facebook photo tags, to see the original oldie-but-goodies. I found these of myself in Mexico, and they brought be back instantly. I do wish I had my own photos, but once upon a time I was anti-photography and the way it takes over a present moment. Yes, even while studying abroad. So here they are, all I have:

1. my short hair

2. the sun

tepotzlan:

3. a strange man asked us if we spoke spanish and if we wanted a photo with his daughter

4. walking to find the campground

5. setting up camp for my friends (I didn't stay. I had a weird feeling about the place and took a midnight bus home.)

6. setting up camp

7. dancing with chinelos

8. horchata in our school cafe

9. field trip

10. field trip

11. the walk from school to the bus stop

12. a view of Cuernavaca, where we stayed and studied

13. a chapel we visited in D.F.

PS: Thank you friends for your facebook photos.


Now, the trouble with falling in love with one country is that it prevents you from seeing other places. I was in Mexico twice in 2009 and I missed it a lot these past two years. Jake and I are saving for another trip elsewhere but it's taking some self control to not redirect our travels south.