Where the Heart Is

If there's anything I've learnt since being in Argentina, its how much I love, love, LOVE Mexico. I definitely want to live in Mexico one day; it's so spirited and so Latin. A whirl of bright colors, spicy smells, zesty rhythms, endless energy. Its become a mild (more than mild) obsession since arriving here, much to the dismay of my friends who have been subjected to the below song on repeat, for weeks on end now. I think this passage from a Lonely Planet sums it up perfectly, and is a really good piece of writing.

Be careful: Veracruz is intoxicating. Scantily clad, she adorns herself in sea shells, permeates car exhaust and casually testifies her sordid colonial past. She’ll gladly share her last taco with you and just as gladly take your last peso. Usually you’ll find her swiveling to salsa, boozing, or laughing at her own joke. She gives her inhabitants, the ever-proud and doggedly faithful jarochos, a place to fall in love on her sweltering shores saturated with mariachis, seaside cafés, trova, and explosive sunsets. And for the broken-hearted, she offers miles of coastline boulevard for solitary rambling – save during her raucous Carnaval, which rocks Mexico. Whatever the case may be, Veracruz, both regal and trashy, could make even the most stoic bloke wax poetic.

I love this piece of writing - the personification of Veracruz is so evocative; sharing her last taco, and taking your last peso, her sordid colonial past, regal and trashy, etc I think it's great, and if it doesn't make you want to go to Mexico I don't know what will. I could go on.













While we're on the subject, check out this song; it also fits perfectly. The fact that it's just off tune makes it even better.