jueves, 24 de enero de 2013
I took this photo in maybe my first complete day in Guadalajara, over a year ago now. I hadn't yet come to know the city's quirks or understand its charm. I was unaware of the unreliable and unpredictable public transport system, of the street food and tapatío specialties such as tejuino and jericalla, and the almost unchanging weather. Still unaccustomed to the lack of punctuality and the lack of haste of the people, I settled into this foreign city and made it my home. The architecture, the traffic, the food, the people, the Mexican slang, the no pasa nada attitude... while there were still surprises along the way, over time everything became more or less natural, expected.
For just over a year I called Guadalajara 'home', and let its charms entice me. Having just made it back to Australia (like an adopted child, I have started to think of Australia as my 'birth home' rather than my actual home)... things don't feel the same as when I left them. Everything seems to come with a certain superficiality, maybe even sterility... but maybe that comes from the whole first world thing. Slowly the differences are becoming less jarring, but I don't think the 'Lucky Country' will ever be the same for me again... Maybe I left my heart in Mexico.