Disclaimer: I don’t normally write about my personal life on this blog, but I’m going to make an exception. I’m in Mexico, for goodness ’ sake.
You know that saying ‘I love … like a fat kid loves cake?’ Yeah. Mexico is my cake: fun, always up for a party and guaranteed to clog my arteries (except in a savory manner; their desserts aren’t very good, unless you count ate, that sticky, sweet paste made of guava , quince or tart apple which pairs beautifully with the mild, soft flavours and crumbly texture of panella cheese). last time I came home from Mexico a bloated, fat whale. This time… Well I’m only there for ten days. Here’s hoping.
But I really do love Mexico. There’s something about it, that vibe, that energy, the spirit in the air. I’ll be based in Guadalajara, the second biggest city in Mexico, nearly the size of Sydney, and no one knows where the hell it is (four hours east of Puerto Vallarta for the gringos; eight hours east of Mexico city for everyone else. ‘In the middle of Mexico’ if you really have no idea.) Guadalajara’s really awesome - the centro is marked by wide open plazas, fountains, cathedrals and super friendly people who lack the sense of hurriedness and closed nature of big city folk, possibly due to the fact that Guadalajara’s population and size stem more from its sprawling network of pueblos, rather than its nature as a big business or industry centre.