well, what can i say? i never really loved you. and if we're being honest here, i dare say there were a few times i wanted to backhand you into yesterday. but we learned to live with each other, and we made it through, didn't we? you gave me some character-building experiences... the kind that put hair on your chest. at the time i didn't appreciate them, but i think i can now look back on most of them and chuckle, nervously.
...like that time when those three thugs came to my door asking for bribes. they claimed they worked for the government and had just provided our neighborhood a service by cleaning out some pipes (a.k.a. doing their job), and they wanted a tip. now, if those hombres held a job, let alone worked for the government, then i'll be jiggered -- they possessed no insignia, no badges, just tattoos and missing teeth; and me being by myself, i wasn't about to give them the benefit of a doubt. i let gunther bark like mad by the door to let the trio know i harbored a rabid beast, told them 'no gracias' as i shut the door, then wielded a knife inside the apartment for a while after they left in case they tried to get cute. and then there was that day when a crazy lady came up from behind me on her bike, waved a flyer in my face and spoke spanish so quickly that i thought her lips would start on fire. when she realized i had absolutely no idea what she was talking about and i started to walk away with her flyer, she went after me and ripped her flyer from my hands and cursed me for all to hear as she sped off just as quickly as she came. ah, that was rich.
and although my gnarly hair regrowth is a daily, bitter reminder of just how rocky our relationship was at times, there are a few things i do miss about you...
the huge mexican banner proudly waving outside my window.
el rey del taco... best tacos al pastor. ever. amen.
the guy selling balloons on the street corner.
the flower shop in our courtyard.
the fruit and veg stands and the smell of fresh cilantro wafting through the air.
the amazing neighborhood playground.
fox was a bit too young to fully enjoy the park, but i used him as a prop so i could kick up my heels.
and most importantly, mexico city, you will always hold a special place in my heart because without you i wouldn't know the wonderful friends who took me under their collective wings, befriended me and helped keep me safe and sane whilst south of the border. and for that, i (and my mom) thank you dearly.