Originally from Greek, meaning “examine the beautiful form you see”
After spending eight years on the other side of the country, I returned to my mother’s house this summer. Those five weeks gave me the time to finally dig through my old, crumpled boxes precariously stacked into a corner inside the guest closet. Among the yearbooks and childhood dolls, I found a dusty old travel journal smushed into the recesses of a box. It told the story of my first impressions of Mexico.
Apparently, my nineteen-year-old self stepped out of the plane in Mexico City and almost immediately thought: “what a chaotic, loud, crazy mess with so many sounds, smells, colors, cheap toys and tacos, but mostly people.”
Now, over ten years later, I think that my host mother says it better:
Mexico is a Kaleidoscope: full of colors, full of flavors, full of life.
To you, my reader, I present a small sampling of my Kaleidoscopic life, in photos.
Making me smile:
- Chocolate covered frozen bananas for less than $1
- Cars pulling over for a street-side serenade from a live music trio
- Explaining the term “beer jacket” to my host family
- Finding hummus at a restaurant called “Hola, mi nombre es Kong”
- Rooftop evenings and sharing 3am quesadillas with friends
- Learning that a common practice in the countryside for proving ones manhood is to pay money to hold onto metal rods that are attached to a car battery for as long as possible. Shakes head while chuckling.
- Hayfields in the early morning sunshine
- So-called “Vitamin T” or Tacos, Tamales, Tortas, Tostadas, Tortillas, Tequila