cross cultural experiments

Cassidy and I made a friend in Mexico City. Meet Antonio, a very kind man who we thoroughly creeped out by our "unique" personalities. Concrete evidence below:

Ode to Cassidy Jones

My dearest and only favorite Cassidy: you humored my craziness, my incessant belting of Whitney Houston, my cheetah pants, my weirdo tendencies, my early onset Alzheimer's brain (AKA: losing me passport) and my questionable obsession with Mexican wrestlers. You let me call our trip a bestymoon and gave me the big bed with the fancy mosquito net. You even lent me your snorkel! And thats only the tip of the taco. You always reminded me to lock the car, sometimes even twice. You said it so many times it even morphed into its own word: JULOCKIT? All out of love and understanding of my forgetfulness! You sat with me forever when I just wanted to people watch and even listened to all my boring stories. You shared your magazines, your cookies and most of all your friendship. (cheeseball besties forevah) ps- thanks for coming with me. 

i can't take a normal photo. ever. 

Get in my belly.

If I could, I would eat all day. I would eat everything delicious. I would eat straight until I fell into a nap. I would eat until my belly grew into my legs and I had to roll myself around. I loved Mexican food so much I forgave it when it made me sick for seven days straight.

MC (part two)

(cassidy from our airbnb apartment)

(the perfect mexican scene)

(at the anthropology museum)

(neck brace aint gettin her down)

(whitey)

(diego rivera: tubby giant, magical hands)

(my next apartment)

(MAGIC)

Mexicoooooo CITY!! (part one)

I used to listen to Alt Latino on NPR and daydream about Mexico City. I imagined tacos for 25 cents, mariachi bands playing on every corner and random men dressed as lucha libres. It was just as magical as I imagined it. (just a tad bit toned down)