Mexico City — March 2026

Spent 4 nights in Mexico City and I already know I need to go back. No hesitation. That city just moves.

What stuck with me most is how alive everything felt. I’d be walking through a park and just stumble onto groups of people dancing—no event, no setup, just happening. Music playing, people joining in, nobody overthinking it. You don’t really see that kind of energy in places like Boston. There’s a looseness to CDMX that makes everyday life feel like something you actually want to be part of.

The scale of everything caught me off guard too. The museums are massive. You go in thinking you’ll spend an hour and suddenly half your day is gone. Same with the parks—huge, full, actually used. Not just there for decoration.

Food was ridiculous. Every meal felt like it mattered. And I found my new go-to drink: a chelada—simple, cold, perfect for walking around or sitting outside doing nothing.

Best part was getting to celebrate my oldest friend’s birthday out there. That kind of trip, in a city like that, just hits different.

CDMX isn’t subtle about what it is. It’s loud, full, alive—and once you feel that, it’s hard to go back to anything that isn’t.