My first reaction upon entering Mexico was the sense of being overwhelmed with some sort of nostalgic emotion. There have been so many moments in my life where I wanted to pick up and move back down to Mexico, because I felt so pulled to work there. The time has never been right an I’ve never gone, except on few occasions, since I’ve moved to the US in 1993. Back in the US, I look back on my weeklong stay in Texcoco, a town close to Mexico City, and I know that something in me is changed. I have been repurposed.
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Thank you, Rhinito!!!
Que envidia !!!