One day into being back home and I already miss my nana and Mexico, more specifically the insanely loud, noisy, dirty, amazing, colorful, bold metropolis that is Mexico City. I miss hearing the trash man, gas man, water man, other water man wake me up in the morning with their at the top of their lungs screaming of what they sell respectively. I miss the smells, good and bad, the hand made tortillas, the tacos, the markets, the fruit stands, the smog, the stop-light fire eaters, the stop-light jugglers, the afternoon thunderstorms, the tamales, the street dogs, the freshly squeezed fruit juice stands, the traffic, the quesadillas, the architecture, the family parties, and most of all the drinking age, just kidding, not really. The entire trip was just mind-blowingly amazing and I can't wait to go back this Christmas. So till then Mexico City, see you around, my heart will go on, you make me want to be a better person.
Most favorite-ist song in the world, oldie but goodie to the extreme.
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