Do you ever stare at the screen so long that your eyes feel as though they’re permanently crossed?
That’s been happening to me the last few days. I’ve been working too much and editing photos, not to mention essentials like catching up on Mad Men (does anyone else think it’s starting to get a little freaky? Enough with the psychedelic “high” scenes, producers).
So it came as no surprise that when I was editing these photos of Morelia in Mexico, I honestly for a minute thought I was looking at photos from Spain (maybe it’s me who’s having too many psychedelic “high” scenes).
As I’m planning to depart Mexico for Spain in just a matter of days, the two have been becoming increasingly blurred in my mind. I find myself longing for churros in Madrid, even though I know I’ve eaten them several times here in Mexico.
But while we were in Morelia, I couldn’t help but feel as though there was something distinctly European about it.
The aqueduct. The leafy boulevards. The churches. The street-side cafes.
It definitely felt less Mexican than Mexico City and even Zihuatanejo had, for sure.
Maybe, then, this was why I wasn’t particularly blown away by Morelia. I felt as if I had seen it all before, only bigger and better.
It did have some definite redeeming qualities, though.
Such as these cakes that I walked an hour to eat. (Yes, that’s right – I’m THAT dedicated to getting good dessert)
And the fact that you could find tacos al pastor for only 2 pesos.
Ok, so maybe all of its redeeming qualities are food-based.
But I’m a food-obsessed kinda gal.
I won’t be returning to Morelia any time soon, despite the fact that it seems to be one of the most popular destinations for holiday-ing Mexicans to retreat to. I can certainly see why they would enjoy the European-style qualities of the city and the ease with which you can get around the centre.
But I like my Mexico to be more, well, Mexican.
Next stop: Patzcuaro, where I hope to find good cakes within less than an hour’s walk.
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