I’m embarrased by how little I know about Mexico City. I was born here, but when I was five my family moved to León, and that’s where I grew up and what I called home until about four years ago, when I found a job and moved back. Since then we’ve had a complicated relationship. Sometimes I feel like a first time tourist trying to get to grips with the chaos of traffic, noise, colors, and strangers. Other times I feel like a local, like this is where I belong and that this is where’ll I stay. But this is not a city you grow old in, and I know that one day I will leave. I don’t know when or to where, but I feel like it’s time I and the city really got to know each other, before it’s too late.
So last weekend I started my let’s-get-to-know-each other-tour and went to La Ciudadela, the arts and crafts market in Centro. I’d never been there before and my boyfriend had never even heard it, but I was looking for nice things to buy for our house and my friends Alex and Saydee proposed that La Ciudadela was the place to go.
La Ciudela was a tourist trap, full of garish and overpriced sarape-style trinkets and hammocks and whatnots. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not against the colors of our country, I just prefer to leave that stuff for the tourists. But, I did find one little corner that stood out from the rest. It was a tiny shop full of tastefully decorated stoneware, and in it I found this beautiful vase. I knew I had to have it.
Now the vase is part of my home — here in the city and wherever I will find myself after.
And I’ll definitely return to La Ciudadela for more.