It was Thanksgiving week. We’d had our Thanksgiving dinner the Sunday prior. I figured the kids wouldn’t know the difference and the grandparents didn’t mind, so with an early Thanksgiving under our belts and freedom ahead, my husband and I set off for our first three night adventure without the kids. We were off to La Ciudad de Mexico, to take the pictures I needed for my next picture book.
Being in this vibrant city has always felt exciting to me. We were up early for breakfast one morning and took the elevator up to the rooftop restaurant of our hotel, hoping to also catch a view of the volcanoes. I had no luck there, dense smog clouded the horizon and I realized I wouldn’t get the picture I wanted. Yet I was surprised by the lovely view I got of the Zocalo, and snapped a few pics, one of which I did put in the picture book. The above photograph is one my husband snapped of me that morning.
The trip turned out to be amazing. We both had so much fun finding and capturing images for the picture book. My hubby had done research on the best places to eat and we chose to mostly walk as a means of transportation and that way we got to take in a lot of the city (and work off all those delicious calories). I revisited famous landmarks I’d known since my childhood and I also went back to my grandparents’ house where I had spent many a summer.