Hola WordPress, Notes is home from Mexico City. Seven nights passed in a heartbeat, what matters is how our hearts beat during those days. Dia de Muertos (Day of the Dead) electrifies, magnifies and amplifies everything we love about Mexico City.
My husband’s images from https://www.flickr.com/photos/15574096@N00/ –
Below – two photographs of far lessor clarity taken on my cell phone….
These images can’t be enlarged as posted, please ponder in full screen glory at https://www.flickr.com/photos/15574096@N00/
All photo credits to my husband
Ponder Mexico City through my husband’s lens. Photographs documenting vibrant textures, mesmerizing beauty and pulse of a city beyond definition. My apologies for posting photographs that can’t be enlarged by a click. Please follow the link below for full screen viewing – each and every image a work of art. Viva Mexico.
Few places are harder to leave than Mexico City. Home after nine days, decompression won’t come easily. Much as I’d like to dangle poetic eloquence worthy of honoring the cadence of Mexico City, I need a few days to understand it myself. Meanwhile a gallery of cell phone images taken September 16, Mexican Independence Day.
We don’t need a reason to visit Mexico City, this year it happened to coincide with Independence Day. Over the next few days I’ll try to explain why this city is worth pondering.
The countdown is on – in 28 hours we fly to Mexico City, a city that takes our breath away. Twice traveling for Day of the Dead, this year to experience Independence Day celebrations
Mexican Independence Day marks September 16, 1810, the day when priest Miguel Hidalgo y Costilla urged Mexicans to rise up against the colonial government of Spain. The call today is often referred to as the Grito de Dolores, or Cry of Dolores, named after the town of Dolores—now Dolores Hidalgo—where the cry was originally uttered. (According to the Library of Congress, Hidalgo is believed to have said, “My Children, a new dispensation comes to us today…Will you free yourselves? Will you recover the lands stolen 300 years ago from your forefathers by the hated Spaniards? We must act at once.”) Independence was not won immediately, but that day—and its uprising—is typically considered the beginning of war that eventually brought the country independence in 1821.
Official celebrations begin at 11 p.m. on September 15 when Mexico’s president rings a bell at the National Palace in Mexico City, repeating Hidalgo’s words to crowds gathered at the Plaza de la Constitución ( aka Zócalo, one of the largest public plazas in the world). After each line, many of which tout key figures in the revolution, an estimated 500,000 citizens and tourists chant back, “Viva.”
On September 16 a military parade, the likes of which would make Trump cream his pants, thunders through the heart of Mexico City. I’ll have my own images soon, meanwhile watch the video clip above
Random internet images are no match for personal experience. I’ll be back in a few weeks, bursting with Independence Day ponders and Mexico City exuberance.
Photo credits belong to my husband – https://www.flickr.com/photos/15574096@N00/
Stunning Mexico City images from my husband’s lens –
My daughter’s camera found Notes quietly dreaming on a Mexico City bench –
Left Mexico City last night, need time to process before penning thoughts. Meanwhile, a gallery of my husband’s images –
If unable to enlarge images, view at https://www.flickr.com/photos/15574096@N00/
Tonight I allowed myself to step back from work long enough to exclaim “holy crap, you’re flying to Mexico City on Thursday”. In my world booking time off work is mechanical formality, idle vacation chit chat abstract, dedicated planning elusive until holy crap screams “smarten up, stop working long enough to pack a suitcase!”. I’m looking at an empty suitcase, found my passport, tossed a load of laundry in the washing machine and realize packing can wait until after work tomorrow. Not bothered by lack of conventional planning, I’ll be on a plane to Mexico City Thursday evening with or without meticulous preparation. Truth is, I wouldn’t have it any other way. See you when I get home. :