I waited 65 days from the moment I landed to go back. I was excited and couldn't wait to make new memories there. On the plane over I felt nothing. It wasn't an excitement, it wasn't something I was opposed to, but it was just normal. I felt like I was going home and I was happy. When we arrived we went down to the house and went to get food and enjoy the time with our family. We went to dinner at Los Bisquets Obregon I got a cappuccino with chocolate on the bottom and it was amazing. After this we decided to walk towards the Callejon Del Aguacate. This is the alley where (as it has been said) that you can find the devil himself there. I don't know too much about it all, but there's been people killed here and it's been said that there's a lot bad things hat have happened in that alley way. As my family and I went down and tried to find anything, we took pictures and video. The whole time we walked down the alley I felt nothing but chills. I was paranoid thinking someone was following me, but there was no one there. I don't believe in ghosts, but I know that there a spirt real that has both good and evil. Walking down this alley, I felt nothing but evil. I also took a video on Snapchat, when I first took it, it was just a normal video. Now when I go back to review the video, it stops two-seconds in and there is only audio that sounds like whispers. It was really scary. The next day my mother and I woke up early, ready to head to Frida Kahlo's Museum. Last time we were in Mexico we didn't get the chance to go because it was packed. We decided to go breakfast in the square of Coyoacan. It was really cute, with the European vibes. I had a cappuccino, my mom had a cup of cafe de olla and we ate some amazing chilaquiles. We were there for about an hour then walked over to the museum. Like we suspected, the museum was packed, both lines were so long. At the museum there are two lines, one for purchasing tickets, and the other for those who already have their tickets. We were going to wait in the line to purchase tickets, the line itself stretched almost around the building. It would be about a 3 hour wait. While we waited for a few minutes, one of the workers was speaking to a woman about 20 feet away from us and I told my mom to try to listen to what she was saying. She came back and said that you could purchase tickets online and it would be a lot faster than waiting to buy them. So I jumped on my phone and bought tickets within five minutes. We only paid $10 for both tickets and would only need to come back an hour later to wait to get into the museum. I was so shocked at how dumb we had been. We are usually really good with researching and looking stuff up, and we had no idea that you could buy tickets online instead of waiting for them. From there my mother asked if I wanted to find the cemetery where my ancestors were buried. I told her let's do it. We asked a police officer where we would need to go, and he said it was about an eight minute walk from where we were, so on we went. We reached the cemetery and my mom purchased 24 flowers so I could lay on the grave. Down in Mexico, if you go to visit someone there, you also take a bucket and broom and clean the grave as well. While being in there, we had trouble finding it, so we look for about a half hour in this huge cemetery and then right before we gave up, we found it. My mother said that hardly anyone from there comes to visit. She said that the beauty of this is knowing that someday I'll bring my kids down here to see the line of people who came before them. Those who lived their lives in such a beautiful place. There is something special about finding out where you came from. I didn't come from Coyoacan directly, but my ancestors did. My great, great, grandfather did. With the life he lived, that trickled down to my great grandparents, who decided they needed to make a better life for themselves in the States. Had they not made the decision they did, I would not be here, or I certainly wouldn't have the life I have now. Seeing the family I have down here, we come from the asme bloodline, but were completely different. It is all because of where I was born, what I taught, and how I lived. I appreciate everything that my family has done for me. I look back knowing that my life is good because of the decisions they made, good and bad. I want my kids to come back and see where they came from, to appreciate the lives of those lived before them, and the sacrifices made so they can have a good life. That is my desire for my children. After we cleaned the grave and placed the flowers, we walked back to the museum. We made it in time for our slot in the museum. As we walked in and walked through, I couldn't believe my eyes. We also paid extra for a photo pass to be able to take pictures in the museum, it's a few dollars extra but it's so worth it (pics or it didn't happen). To know her background, is just a little window into seeing her art for what it is. You won't understand the paintings with her in a waist/chest brace if you didn't know about her accident. You won't understand why Diego Rivera did some of his paintings in shapes if you didn't know that he was friends with Picasso and also inspired by his work. There are so many things I have read and known of her and Diego, and to see it come to life before my eyes was really special.
She went through a lot of pain in her lifetime, but she managed to move past what people thought of her and she took on each challenge that came her way. She was strong, she was weak, she loved to paint, she was Frida. I admire her confidence so much. She didn't have the sex appeal like Marilyn Monroe, but she was beautiful in her own way. I have always hated it when people would say that, but it's true. Beauty isn't based on how you compare to the standards of others, but to radiate beauty in the way you talk, the way you act, the way you carry yourself. She was beautifully terrifying, and honestly I wish I could find the confidence that flowed through her.
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AuthorReggie is a college gradute with a degree in English. She loves traveling and hopes to one day stay on the battle field for missions. Life is a book and everyday is an adventure, follow her on this journey and see the world through her eyes. Archives
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