Quality Peoples

I’m back in the land of green green everything and extreme humidity to the nth degree. Mexico City was a wonderful little trip. I love Mexico City. Someday I’d love to live there. D.F., as in “day-eff-ay”, is one of the craziest most beautifully ugly places I’ve ever been, the city is over-packed with vibrance, culture, life and vitality. Chaos theory is the unspoken religion underlying all things, in this city. Modernism and post-modernism and post-post-modernism clashes with colonial, pre-colonialism and every other kind of ‘ism’ out on the streets in front of your eyes. A neighborhood of conquistador houses set down the street from Frida Kahlo and Diego Rivera’s house; an entire new colonia of corporate office towers built on top of a trash dump with severe water shortages with the most shi-shi mall in all of Mexico; an entire neighborhood carved out of the hillside, one house at a time, essentially removing the entire hillside and leaving a giant concrete patch wall; union sewage workers peacefully blocking traffic in a solidarity march to raise awareness of the city government’s crooked contract; armed guards at the entrance to what looks like a small little side street yet turns out to be the old house of an ex-president’s slain brother; armed guards standing sentry outside of practically every other high-walled property in the hill section of Reforma Avenue; ladies who lunch and business men who do breakfast; Mexico has something for everyone and offers up something new ’round every corner. This trip was no different. I learned so much and for that I am thankful.