Wednesday, September 20th, 2017
Well, we did it. One week ago today, we got on an airplane and left San Francisco. We had packed our home up and put everything in storage and left our home to be rented out for a year. We are officially nomads. Three suitcases, one surf board coffin, three backpacks and three little Swallow birds on the move. It’s a crazy feeling and to be honest it hasn’t fully sunken in yet. In the weeks leading up to our departure I went through many phases of feeling like it was the craziest thing to do and feeling like it was the best thing to do. One thing was clear was that we wanted to leave San Francisco and that we wanted to see the world while Haven was young – when opportunity knocked, we gladly opened the door! So here we go – our first stop is Mexico City.
Delicious. Warm. Inviting. In the week that I’ve been here, I’ve fallen in love with Mexico City. The food is amazing, the people are super friendly and there are so many nooks and crannies to explore it would probably take a lifetime. Of course, Drew has scoped out all the best restaurants and asks everyone he runs into where to go and get food. Some of our favorites thus far are: Maximo, Contramar, (they have a sister restaurant in San Francisco called Cala) El Tizoncito, La corriente cevicheria nais La ROMA, and that little lady on the corner selling tacos (they are everywhere). I must have eaten my weight in tacos by this point!
The people are so warm and friendly. Drew met a wonderful couple at a lunch he was invited to and they subsequently invited us to their mountain home in Tepoztlan for the weekend. “Why not?” we said, so we went with the flow and found ourselves in the most incredible little place about an hour and a half outside of CDMX. A quaint little village that according to local legend was the birthplace of Quetzalcoatl, a serpent god that is widely worshipped in Mexico.
Towering above the town is Tepozteco Mountain, also home to the ruins of an ancient temple called El Tepozteco. You can hike up to the ruins, but we ran of time to do so. The rich history of Mexico’s native people can be felt and seen everywhere.
The Earthquake on September 19
On Tuesday afternoon just after 1pm, Haven and I were getting ready for nap time when the building began to shake. It took me a few seconds to understand what was going on. Despite having lived in San Francisco for 7 years, it was the first time I’d truly felt an earthquake. It was loud and terrifying and there wasn’t any time to think. I ran for an interior doorway and watched everything in the house rattle and shake. Finally it was over. I wasn’t sure what to do. People flooded the streets, power was out, from what I could see the buildings on our street were intact. Our Airbnb was in La Condesa, which as I later learned was one of the areas most affected by the earthquake. Just blocks from where we were, many buildings collapsed and there was lots and lots of damage. As luck would have it, I had just stocked up at the grocery store and had plenty of food for Haven and I – Drew was surfing in Nicaragua so it was just the two of us. We stayed in the house for two and half days and on the third day, we cut our Mexico city trip short and headed for Tulum. We will back to Mexico City, our trip cut short and there is still so much to see and do!