…or so. I don’t know how many hours we’re here exactly. Two nights and one and a half days. It’s such a gorgeous city to step out into. This is the Ministry of Agriculture, right across from the train station.
And this is what they’re showing on their Disney.
As I took those 2 pictures, Aryeh said, “This city reminds me of…” I tried guessing. New York? No. Montreal? No. “What’s that city we went to that’s right near where we’re staying?” Barcelona??? “Yeah, that one.” 😆
We had a very homey and delicious lunch at a Dominican restaurant. Felt like home (NYC home), and got me thinking again about the legacies of colonialism. In Mexico, there is much more comfort with their history of colonialism than ours in the US, maybe because indigenous people weren’t shoved off the map, maybe because SO many languages are still widely spoken, and pre-Colombian structures remain all over the country, or maybe because they threw out the Spanish long before our own Civil War and end of slavery. Anyway. It’s interesting to go straight from there to here, the land of their colonizers. Check out what’s being celebrated on their— Spain’s— stamps:
If the print is too small, that’s the 500th anniversary of Cortés founding the city of Veracruz in Mexico. Imagine if the UK were printing stamps celebrating the departure of the Mayflower! Do they do that and I just didn’t know? It’s so… interesting!! To this Yankee, anyway.
Lying in our sweet hostel room (Latroupe, highly recommend!!) digesting and siestaing before we head out to take advantage of the Prado’s free evening hours.
