Well, as I mentioned on my welcome to the blog, I had been planning all along to post about anything that I found interesting or worth sharing, and although so far my posts have been pretty consistently fitting of a “pondering about life” type of category, this post is about beauty and makeup, thus directed to all you pretty girls out there.
Graffiti on sidewalk in Colonia RomaSorry I was absent from the blog the past couple of weeks, but I am happy to confirm I’m still alive! I just took a little vacation to Mexico City last week, and even though I left for just one week, preparing for the trip and recuperating from it always takes time, at least for me anyway. However, this little vacation was more about spending time with loved ones and attending one lovely wedding, than about touring around the city.
I have toured the city several times before, in fact I lived there for a year a few years ago, but still I had planned to do it again on this trip; first, just because I love doing it, the city is beautiful, full of history, idiosyncrasies and fascinating sites; and then, because I wanted to take pictures of it all to share with you guys; but things didn’t go as planned… not that I’m complaining, it was wonderful to catch up with friends and family. Nevertheless, my friend Salvador, who lives in Seattle, but also happened to be in Mexico City last week, came to the rescue of my picture sharing plans. He is quite the photographer and took some wonderful shots of his adventures around the city, and has been kind enough to let me share some of them with you here. So, once again it all worked out for the best, because my amateur little pictures wouldn’t had been half as good as his.
So here I leave you to enjoy his skillful photos… plus some I took at the aforementioned lovely wedding, which were the only pictures I manage to take the whole time I was there.
Most people are afraid of darkness at some point in their life, other people are afraid of darkness most of their life… and other people are just afraid of the light!
When we’re kids being afraid of the darkness usually just means we don’t want to turn the lights off at night. In the face of the uncertainty darkness represents, since we don’t know what we might run into when it’s dark, we start imagining the worst, making up stories in our minds about monsters or ghosts. Then, eventually, some day, as we grow older, we start realizing our fear is just a product of our imagination, and reality is the worst we might run into in the dark is a piece of furniture, which to be fair can be rather painful when we run into it with our pinky toe or our knee at just the right angle, yikes!
Regardless, once we’ve grown out of our fear of literal darkness, this fear doesn’t just disappear, it evolves. Continue reading
