It’s been a few weeks since I last wrote about Mexico City. The memories are fuzzier, but I thought tonight that if I don’t write them down now, i may never. Anyway…

The next day K and I went to the Chapultepec Castle, which is an atypical museum on the top of a large hill in the center of D.F. (which was the site of Niños Héroes - 6 teen age boys who died defending the city against the American army in 1847.) There I read a lot about the history of Mexico, the revolutions, the European powers, and the beginnings of Mexico’s grand tradition of racism.

i thought it was extravagant, the whole idea.  ”sure i’d love to see Radiohead, but we just can’t afford it right now…  and in Mexico City?”  i tried to explain this to Karina, but she stood firm.  deep inside, the trip appealed to me - the younger, more impetuous part of me.  a month later i found myself on a plane to Mexico City (which is called the big DF by those who live there.  and the people who live there are called chilangos by Mexicans living in the north.)