Went to Xochimilco and had a relaxing ride on the canals. Pity that I didn´t have enough time to go until La Isla de las Muñecas. Instead I went to see the two houses in which one of my favorite painters, Frida Kahlo, lived with her husband Diego Rivera: La Casa Azul in Coyoacán (also Frida's childhood home) and Casa Estudio Diego Rivera y Frida Kahlo in the posh neighbourhoods of San Ángel. La Casa Azul is lovely, my dream house. I would like to live there but preferably without all the tourist zombies and a bit nearer to the sea. Bright blue walls surrounding a cozy bright green garden, loads of space and beautiful high ceilings. Was nice to see Frida`s bed and wooden leg. After the high expectations set by La Casa Azul, Casa Estudio Diego Rivera y Frida Kahlo was kind of a disappointment: for some reason I was waiting something bigger and more beautiful. It was almost like whatever functionalistic house. Part of the movie Frida (2002) was filmed there and based on the movie I imagined it much more interesting to visit than it actually was.
Saw some amazing views over the city from Torre Latino's 44th floor. This city is quite huge indeed. Makes a small-country-girl like me gasp. According to some sources Mexico City is the second greatest human concentration in the world after Tokyo. There is supposed to be around 25 million people living in this valley. Phew.
Bought a cheap alarm clock from a street stall. 45 pesos. Hopefully it wakes me up nice and neatly tomorrow morning 3AM, to avoid missing my flight. I don't want to leave... Or I want to come back before I have left. Without any intention I guess I managed to bury a little piece of my heart on the fine sands of one Pasific beach. Another piece lays in Altea, of course, and the rest god-knows-where.
I have changed my tortilla diet to a corn diet. To not to totally forget the darling tortillas, had some quesadillas for lunch at Xochimilco. Just 10 pesos each.
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