I spent a week in Mexico City and fell in love again with the people, culture, food and art. All of that passion and aliveness was summed up in a song – Viva Mexico! Viva! Viva America! Viva!
In La Tacuba, the estudiantinas sang and the diners all responded, and I started crying. I felt so alive and joyful – tears were streaming down into my smile and the singer came over and asked for a kiss, instead I hugged him.
Ay, Mexico – you don’t owe me a thing. Volveré pronto. Lo prometo!
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