The dust and heat of the dessert were heavy, oppressive as we sped south in the car. I was immobilized in the passenger seat and Remi, more highly functional in the hot weather, was pretty much solo-piloting our southward road trip. Passing the border in Tijuana, things didn’t cool off much as we headed south down Baja California. The relentless movement of it: what were we running from? Or running to?
Things are in season, fresh, local. The vendors themselves are almost as colorful as their veggies, young and old. People from all over the place live in the city, and the accents you’ll hear are, like in much of the city, diverse.
I wanted to put down my bags (at least for a little bit), stop bopping around and feel at home, to create a space for myself. I searched and searched: for months it felt like I would never find what I was looking for!
A secret garden open to all in the midst of the urban jungle of Mexico City. Collectivity, cats, fresh produce for sale, good vibes and clean air.
Litchi’s are in season here. Their peels litter the road and their residue on my hands is sticky and so satisfying. They are sweet and delicate and they saved me on the way up from the castle today.