Today started off at El Cardenal for breakfast with Mom’s cousin’s daughter Karla – who is also a photographer…the creative gene must run wide on that side of the family. I think that might make her my second cousin though I must admit, the winding branches of our family tree are still confusing to me. I found out we are a lot alike – both ~36 years old, both have fur babies and both have a innate sense of adventure. Well, she didn’t look at me like I was crazy when I told her I quit my job to travel for 6 months. She even wants some pointers and I thought to myself, “wow, I guess I am sort of an expert now in this travel lifestyle.”
Afterwards, Mom and I went to the Templo Mayor and paid a whopping $3 USD for entrance to the museum. It was pretty spectacular (and I don’t use that expression pretty lightly). We saw the humansacrifice stone which was cleverly translated on signs to “stone of rituals.” But we all know what that means! It’s that black stone in the first picture – most likely stained from all the sangre. The other photos are just from around the site.
After the Templo Mayor, we did what we’ve been doing every day since we got here…SIESTA TIME! My favorite part of Mexican culture and I think this 6 months sabbatical will incorporate this very vital part of life.
When we were done siesta-ing, we went in search of the elusive hat store, Tardan, because we wanted Panama hats. I wanted one to look cool and resemble the female Hemingway (minus all of the ugly traits that caused his demise). Mom asked the Front Desk Guy With the Light Eyes and we’ve been walking past it this whole time! It’s hidden behind a coffee shop. I guess if your hats are that good, you can hide your shop anywhere. Behold, the Panama Hat Spokesmodels:
Finally, we ended our day with a hour long wait for dinner at Azul Historico where we tasted Mezcal for the first time as a shot. You sip slow, let it simmer, and swallow it followed by a slice of orange with tajín. ¡Que delicioso! It was all worth the wait as both our dishes and appetizers were to die for.
I’m not sure what tomorrow’s plan is but I like taking it day by day, even hour by hour. What a life I lead!
There She Goes... 