Castillo De Chapultepec

   
   Plopped on the only hill in the city center you will find Mexico City's nostalgic nod to aristocracy. This beautiful castle is surrounded by an expansive park that makes NYC's Central Park look like a hotel courtyard.
   Holding to classic castle lore, Chapultepec's history is typical. A collage of full stops and new starts. As of this posting, it stands proudly as Mexico's National History Museum.

These images capture only a glimpse of the meticulous landscaping and elegant restoration. What cannot be aptly conveyed is the sense of peace found looking from these gardens down onto the unforgiving metropolis below. As if tiptoeing over the brow of a sleeping giant.

Chia Car.

Hearing of the entrepreneurial tenacity prior to my arrival was one thing. Witnessing it on virtually every street corner since landing in Mexico City is quite another.  The plant-mobile above is an example of the informal economy that supports roughly half of the 22 million that dwell within this sprawling metropolis.

Existential Christmas Card.

Family portrait of my thoughts. They grow up so fast.

Mr. Poinsett, I mean Poinsettia.

Taking a stroll through Parque Mexico the other day all I saw was red. Like walking through a Rorschach inkblot test- "Holiday Edition".

"So Carlos- what's with all the Poinsettias?"
"the what..?"
"all these red plants everywhere... how do you call them in Spanish?"
"oh you mean Noche Buena" [translated Christmas Eve]

Enter Joel Poinsett. 1825. Newly appointed Minster to Mexico. Enjoys long walks on the beach and dabbles in botany. During his stay he takes a trip to southern mexico and stumbles upon a red leafed plant which was used as a dye by the Aztecs. He sent a few home to the United States. Fast-forward to that vibrant holiday symbol on your dining room table and the rest is history.

Reality watered down.

The old man gazed longingly into the puddle as if looking through a window. His clothes, a mix of rags and tatters, roughed up by a cruel world. For the many who quickly passed, it was a fleeting reflection of a busy world. 

culinary conquest.

Within the confines of the quaint neighborhood Condesa (Mexico City) there can be found Taqueria HOLA.  Mexican food has long been a favorite of mine but since crossing the border i realize i was only inside the cave, consuming illusions of this iconic cuisine. Now, armed with a few pesos and a insatiable appetite I feel like the Cortés of the culinary world.  American fast food chains abound in the city except for Taco Bell... I wonder why.

Hola, is a cement slice on a quiet side street. For 3 bucks i had two tacos and a glass of agua (or water flavored by fruit juice) todays´ tasted like guava.

A corn tortilla, lightly flavored rice, black beans, marinated chicken/beef and some crumbly white cheese, nothing flashy, (although there were more additions one could choose from). There in lies the beauty- keep it simple stupid.

Ordering one taco is more like two- as they account for the overflow with an additional tortilla...