I nearly forgot it, after all. Today is the first anniversary, I left one year ago on my first flight, to Rio. 365 days since then, visiting 12 countries, taking 28 flights, flying 100.000 kilometers, sleeping in 42 different hotels, airbnb’s and at friend’s homes, meeting dozens of new people and friends, spending a good […]Read More
With some 20+ million people living in Mexico City, I expected traffic to be horrible. Truly horrible. Truth is, it’s not half as bad, most of the time. Just avoid the rush hours, and you’re fine. My first impression, arriving on a Sunday, ahead of the national holiday, was: there is no traffic at all. […]Read More
On my hunt to see, if possible, all Frida Kahlo paintings in Mexico City, I do discover, by default, Diego Rivera, her husband. Their lives were so intertwined, it is impossible to discover one without the other. So far though, I had not had that much interest for Rivera’s work. I had seen a few […]Read More
In a few days I’ll be on the road for a year. And right now, I’m exhausted. I wish it was something coffee could deal with. I’m not tired from traveling as such. I guess it’s just a combination of the last few months. I haven’t slept much in Montréal and Seattle… maybe five hours a night, […]Read More
Mexico City has an overload of Museums, more than 150! Of every kind. The locals pride themselves that no other city on earth has more museums that Mexico City. And I am inclined to agree. I have a huge list of museums to go to: Modern art, contemporary art, photography, print, water colors, mining, the […]Read More
Visiting Mexico is like taking a crash course in (meso-) American history. Two days after visiting Teotihuacán, we went to the fabulous, enormous Museo Nacional de Antropología. It is simply too big to be visited in one day. So we focussed on the main sections, the Aztecs, the Maya and the pyramids of Teotihuacán. I won’t even […]Read More
Lisa, Renato, Dennis and I went south to Coyoacán, to visit the Frida Kahlo museum. But Coyoacán had a lot more to offer. As one of the towns in the greater area of Mexico City, it got swallowed up slowly by the capital, but has retained its tranquility and small town charm, much like Tlalpan. […]Read More
Frida Kahlo is probably the reason I am in Mexico City right now. I first heard about her in 1991. She was mentioned in an interview that Madonna gave to a magazine in her Los Angeles home. The article described a painting that was hanging in one room, of a Mexican painter I had never heard […]Read More
Renato and I got up shortly past 6 o’clock in the morning, to get to Avis when they opened, rent a car and drive to the airport. We collected Lisa and Dennis who arrived on the night flight from San Francisco, and drove off to Teotihuacán. Teotihuacán was a pre-Columbian, Meso-american city located in the Valley of Mexico, some 50 […]Read More
For a German in Mexico, I had to see that movie everybody was talking about: Guten Tag, Ramon. Hence I took Renato to the cinema on wednesday night. Of course, I had forgotten that much of the movie would be in Spanish, and that, unlike in Brussels, there would be no subtitles for that part. […]Read More
I love photography. You might have noticed with the number of pictures I take an put on the blog on some days. One of my yearly highlights is the World Press Photo Award. World Press Photo is an independent, non-profit organization from Amsterdam, that holds the world’s largest and most prestigious annual press photography contest. A jury selects the World Press Photo […]Read More
Tlalpan is one of these once independent towns in the outskirts of Mexico City that have long been swallowed up by the ever-growing metropolis. Like San Angel or Coyoacán, it finds itself in the middle of the city. However, they all preserved their small town character, with small houses, tiny cobble stone streets, and little […]Read More