Last month I had the privelage of visiting my family in Mexico City! I was happy beyond words to be reunited with my family, and especially my dad.
I've shared in the past about my dad's deportation 3 years ago. It was incredibly upsetting and frustrating, and sad, and helpless, and every shitty feeling in between. I'm so relieved that we have a huge family back in Mexico that love and support my dad, so his situation is not as heartbreaking and terrible as it has been for many, many other people in the same position. I say all this because one of the biggest reasons it's been so hard for me here in the EC is because I can't visit my dad as easily (and cheaply) as I used to. He is such a big part of my heart and it's been very hard not to see him as often as I used to. I just want to really lay it on thick and express how thankful I was to take this trip and spend time with him and my family.
Heres a big ol' photo dump of pictures from my trip...
You're going to see this mug about a million more times haha! It's filled with cafe con canela. I think somehow I thought that taking pictures of it would keep the taste in my mouth... did NOT work.
On the left is my grandma (75 yrs) and on the right is her mom, my great grandma (99 yrs). I know, Mama Coco! How lucky are we to still have her around?? She's known to throw back a couple of Tequila shots and make us all look like wimps...
My dad. He sits outside with his coffee, the paper, and his dogs every morning. Lub him!
Had to take advantage of all the foraging opportunities.
Everyone was going nuts with my baby cousin on Insta stories. He's so friggin cuuuuuute!
I love this stuff... Can you tell? Nah!
The kids' table. Hearts.
Cup of hot coffee and sweet bread. Oh, the simple joys in life don't change with age.
Visited the biggest nursery in the city. Just, huge. A maze of vendors for miles. My dad and grandma really love plants too, so we were having a blast!
And the "Venice" of Mexico: Xochimilco. Beautiful boats and canals.
Having a total Marie Antoinette moment (...the movie w/ Kirsten Dunst... no? Great soundtrack, please watch)
I drove in Mexico! Something I didn't want to ever cross off my list, but here we are and I survived!!
Now... that's where the fun stopped and the real adventure began...
Coming back from MX i spent one day in San Diego, which was extremely bitter sweet to say the least. Sweet because I got to see my family, bitter because I felt like I was being punched in the gut repeatedly because of how much I miss it. (To feel what I feel, imagine being broken up with by a partner you love and adore and then watching them make love to someone else.... that's how I felt being in San Diego. Sorry for the visual.)
Anyway, while in MX I ate a bowl of (stupid!!!) mushroom soup that made me sick. Nausea, fever, diarrhea, the whoooole deal. Said bowl of soup was still sticking around a few days later, just for funs!, and it made my trip back to Boston miserable. I had the flight from hell. I was traveling alone with Pierre-who stayed in CA while I was in MX-(who was all loopy from sleepy meds) and I was seated in the middle seat still suffering from diarrhea.
Here is Pierre, waiting for me during yet another bathroom trip at the airport.
Luckily I was seated next to a girl who instantly fell in love with him and was very helpful and understanding. There he is, sitting uninvited on her lap.
This is my #mood after the whole ordeal.
And well, I'm sad to report that that damn bowl of mushroom soup is still doing its number on me... After it destroyed me, my poor bum was left with a bad case of the hems (that's slang for hemorrhoids). Is that TMI? Welp, this is my virtual diary and I'd like to look back on this and go "...oh yeah! I remember that! That sucked!"
Anyway, bad bowl of mushroom soup and gut wrenching home sickness aside, it was a great trip and I'll be living off these memories for a while! (just omitting anything involving a bathroom).
p.s. Will I ever forgive and eat mushrooms again?