The Art of Mexico City

Finally made it back to the land of Mexico, and to the land of blogging for that matter. Having read my last entry for the first time in quite a while, I'm realizing that I should at least say a few things about the Oaxaca experience. It was phenomenal. While parts of it were definitely challenging, overall it was such a growing experience (personally, professionally, spiritually, physically) and wholeheartedly reconfirmed that I've finally found something to be passionate about - even if that makes me a history nerd. Below is the closest thing to a group shot we have:


After spending my August in Chicago, Mexico City feels simultaneously the same and different to me. It's still the old wonderful city filled with my favorite haunts, but it's also sparkly and new with hidden treasures popping out left and right. Walking around town with my dad, I snapped a few photos of the incredible artwork on display right now.

The last shot is part of Diego Rivera's mural at the Palacio Nacional. Although I've been to see the mural many times, this was the first time I've noticed the folk medicinal practices taking place in one corner - something close to my heart these days.

While in the city, we've stayed in the penthouse of an amazing bed and breakfast in the Colonia Hipodromo. Here is a shot of my room - the art studio across the balcony from the rest of the unit:

By the way, the balcony is a great space for playing cards and drinking beer after dinner - the perfect father-daughter bonding experience.