The first time Mexico City caught my attention was when I watched Man on Fire at 23. In the movie, Denzel Washington plays a bodyguard searching for a kidnapped girl, and it painted Mexico City as a dangerous place, reinforcing the stereotype many Americans have about Mexico—a land of crime, cartels, and corruption. For a long time, I saw Mexico as a place to avoid, except for touristy spots like Cancún or cruise ports.
But like so many preconceived notions, that image wasn’t accurate. It wasn’t until COVID forced us to stay close to home that I finally gave Mexico a real chance, and it turned out to be a life-changing experience.
Mexico City, in particular, had been overlooked by me for years, even though friends kept telling me how wonderful it was—rich in art, food, and culture. I finally spent nine days there and quickly understood what they meant. The city’s large green spaces, colonial and art deco architecture, and vibrant energy captivated me. From lively discussions in coffee shops to endless street food carts, Mexico City felt alive, like Oaxaca but on a grander scale.
It reminded me of places like New York City, but with more open spaces, affordable street food, and an undeniable artistic soul. I was especially taken by Chapultepec Park, the oldest and largest urban park in Latin America. It’s Mexico’s version of Central Park, perfect for people-watching, picnics, and even visiting a castle-turned-museum.
Mexico City really comes alive after sunset. It’s a night city, where people stroll through parks, dance in public squares, and gather around food trucks that serve delicious dishes until the early hours.
What truly captivated me, though, was the city’s connection to the arts. Mexico City has been home to legendary artists like Frida Kahlo and Diego Rivera, and it’s filled with galleries, colorful murals, bookstores, and art nouveau buildings. Creativity is everywhere, and it makes the city feel like an artist’s haven.
As I wandered through the city’s streets, I felt a deep connection to other places I love—Hong Kong, New York, Bangkok, Tokyo, and Paris—cities that share a love for great food, rich culture, and an appreciation for the arts. Mexico City felt like home in that sense.
Of course, my visit only scratched the surface, and I’m eager to return to explore more of the city’s social and political dynamics, especially with the influx of digital nomads. But I know for sure that I left part of my heart there, and I can’t wait to go back to discover more. There’s still so much to learn, eat, and experience.
