What I’m rethinking after living in Mexico City — a love letter
<p>One night I abandoned my late-night routine visit for<em> costras </em>at El Califa for a chico-sized pizza at our buzzing neighborhood restaurant, Balboa. The pizza joint has a large outdoor seating area with fairy lights and a fair mix of foreigners and locals enjoying their famous 2-for-1 Aperol Spritz happy hour.</p>
<p>I spent a lot of time alone the last few months living in Mexico City, relishing the opportunity to observe, engage, indulge, and understand one of the most fascinating cities in the world. I wasn’t always alone, of course. It takes two to bachata, and mezcals are always better when shared in good company. Entering the city solo and without a real plan, I was actually surprised by how difficult it was to protect my alone time. This should have been my first lesson about life in Mexico City; this is a city where there is constant momentum. It started long before I arrived, enveloped me each time I was ready, and has continued on in good spirits after I left.</p>
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