I could imagine being an artist at Casa Azul. There is so much history attached within the walls that it was an amazing experience to just be there. The area of Coyoacan is lovely. There was something familiar to it and one of my friends even messaged me to make sure to check out the area. I have always looked around me when creating, I suppose that is why I am a photographer I try to look and see and maybe things will make sense. I wondered how the area shaped what Frida saw. How Coyocan/Mexico created the artist. 

I don't know how to properly explain all of the things I felt standing here. I could go on to explain that it was warm and the Sun began to prick my skin and there were clouds from the rain in the morning, so there would be a cool breeze that would relieve some of the pain from the climb. I could say that the steps were steep and my legs burned, but I pushed and made it to the top. But that would be too simple. I could say how for months and maybe months all added together meant years in which I have felt broken and how I didn't feel broken here. That this pocha walked in Cortez's that my sister bought me and how that felt appropriate. I don't know how to explain how it felt, but being there made me happy. 

The road to Teotihuacan is bumpy, driving through at a slow pace of 15mph to get to this little town where we drove to grab breakfast before our visit to the Pyramids. It was early and the sun was warm and rising, the sun feels different, the light feels different, I wanted to stay here stroll around and take some photos. But I couldn't really, we were rushing to eat so we could get to the pyramids. Our guide Leonel, took us to this little restaurant. The gentleman in the photo, saw me out and about looking, observing, camera in hand. He had me take photos of him, in front of his truck, the restaurant, and of the stand. There was this moment that we got to share, he has his instant photos, and I have these. Little moments, captured,  that I hope we both remember.