Sometimes travel memories aren’t big thrills. No adrenaline rush, you don’t hear the gushing of blood pumping through your veins. Sometimes, those memories are just about being at the right place with the right people. No ticking off those precious ‘must-sees’ of that bucket list of yours, nor taking pictures every 5 seconds to be sure you’re capturing the moment. You aren’t. Those won’t be the best memories. Although you’d wish you had pictures. A lot of my travel memories only exist in my head and sometimes, the flashbacks are bright because of a sudden smell or a similar landscape that triggers the remembrance of those souvenirs of time. What I will share here, are some of those memories. I won’t always define time and place, nor the people I share this moments with. – I never do anyway, the people who were there will know, that’s the most important – Some of those memories are very personal stories which nobody of the people who know me have ever heard, while others can be very happy/stupid/hilarious and told already plenty of times, maybe even some will be painful and sad. Traveling is not only fun and laughter all the time, it can be heartbreaking. All the memories I’ll write about, are the ones who left a big impression on me, being incredibly sad or blissfully happy. Memories I’ll try to remember a year, ten years, a lifetime from now. Memories that leave my fingers aching to write them down, to turn the blurry images inside my brain into full sentences.
My jaw doesn’t drop open easily. Art is something that always captures my attention, makes me laugh out loud or shuts me up. Art makes my thoughts roam free, imagining concepts, places, times and ideas. Art makes me lose track of time. But on this visit, my mouth fell open for the full ten minutes. – Seriously, some flies could’ve built a party in it – The least you can say is that I was pretty impressed. Before I came to Mexico City, I had no clue about what to expect. Sure, I did my research and knew what I wanted to visit. Still, I wasn’t at all prepared for all the richness and beauty this country has to offer. Continue reading
I must confess. Again. – I confess a lot on this blog – Before I flew into Mexico, I had never heard of Teotihuacan. Not the easiest name to pronounce either. Still, you might want to learn it by heart, so you’d definitely find the bus headed to this majestic site. With majestic I also mean huge. More than 4 kilometers of Mayan greatness, waiting for you to set foot on ancient steps and admire the view with shaking knees. Continue reading
Or you can call it Museo Nacional de Antropología, like the Mexicans do. – they speak spanish, remember? – Anyhow, doesn’t matter how you call it, a visit to this museum should be in your top ten to-do-list when you are in Mexico City. Mexico is dotted with archeological sites and tons of impressing pyramids – can you call them pyramids? – and Mayan temples. Some bigger than others, some better preserved, some at the coastline and some in the middle of the jungle. With discovering these remnants of a pre-Columbian past, an immense amount of statues, heads, sculptures and other relics needed a place to be preserved and admired. That’s were the National museum of Anthropology is built for: to contain, exhibit and preserve thousands of relics and pieces dating from the pre-Columbian Mexico. Continue reading
After having a short night of sleep in the jungle between howlermonkeys and tons of mosquitos, I find myself in a bus, on my way to Guatemala, for the next ten hours. Which means I finally had the time to write this blogpost. Which also means I’m leaving a country behind that scores high on my ‘to visit again’ bucketlist – honestly, I need another life to visit all these places again, but I will, eventually -.
Mexico is beautiful. Actually, that sentence covers it all. Nature, culture, history, colour, all is mixed up perfectly in every single place you visit. Between Mexico City and now, I travelled to and through Oaxaca City, San Cristobal de Las Casas, Palenque and surroundings. The surroundings outdo the cities, let’s face it, what could be better than swimming in natural pools and waterfalls, climbing pyramids in the jungle or hear howlermonkeys in the middle of the night? Continue reading
Mouth wide open. That’s how I flew into Mexico City about a week ago. The city is H U G E. G I G A N T I C. After approximately ten minutes of flying over the city and being ready to start landing, I still hadn’t seen the end. I was only able to see a small part of this massive metropolis, but I definitely enjoyed most of it. Continue reading