I have nearly lived here a month now. And yet there is still so much to be seen, explored, and tapped into. I have been told about clandestine music clubs, entry strictly by word of mouth., post-punk/new-wave nights in abandoned buildings, not to mention Mexico's many estados which reflect the multiple facades of this huge country.
Last week I wrote that everyday is so unpredictable and this couldn't be more true. Some days life is fairly standard, and the next day I am meeting my landlord for the first time at a techno night, sharing a mysterious drink from a skull-shaped bottle. Or drinking and dancing perreo on a flooding boat in the trajineras de Xochimilco, as I patiently wait for two guys to stop intensely making out on top of my backpack so I can access my remaining beers.
The other night my flatmate and I walked home from a club in the wee hours of the morning, a journey which took 40 minutes (relatively little for CDMX standards). It was refreshing to finally see this metropolis in a state of tranquility. But the night's quiet temperament speaks even more volumes than its daytime chaos. It felt as if we could walk forever and never reach an end to this sprawl of streets and buildings.
This city is so enormous that the possibilities seem endless.
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