Mexico is weird, and insane, and fucked up at times, but it’s also a place of great warmth, openness, vibrancy, colour and life. It makes you feel like you’re home, even though you may be continents away from where yours actually is.
That’s why Mexico is fucking great.
It may be chaotic and do your head in, but it’s like a relationship with someone that you just truly love, where you accept all their faults, to be able to share and experience all their beauty. The warmth you feel there, the passionate joy for life, the embrace of being human, it’s that that you get sucked into…
Those are the best parts of life. And that’s Mexico.
And again…
