This year, our traditional Cowgirls weekend took a journey south of the border to Mexico City. Not to make the rest of the Cowgirls jealous, but we had kind of an amazing time. #vivalascowgirls!
Arriving at MEX International.
George, our furry Welcome Wagon in the darned cutest little package.
Welcome Cocktails!
Umbrella and hat placement both courtesy of a very sneaky, very adorable five-year old.
Our hosts' beautiful home in Polanco -- with one special detail I had to include for my sister -- a limited edition David Bowie mask made from an original cast.
Thursday afternoon, we explored a little of Polanco, accompanied the girls to their swim lessons and eventually headed out to dinner at an Italian place named Brassi, just around the corner. We may have even sneaked in a power nap.
Ah, vacation.
Friday morning, we headed off to catch a hop on/hop off tour of the central portions of the city.
Traffic in Mexico City is no joke, but on the bright side it does give you plenty of time for photos and selfies.
Buried utility lines haven't yet caught on as a fad, as far as we could tell.
Everywhere throughout the city, we found incredible street art installations, murals and inventive graffiti.
Genius idea: a separate counter just for desserts. Why has America not figured this out?
Catedral de Mexico
I may or may not have been reprimanded for photographing the Holy Doors. (A sign would have been helpful.) Oh yeah, I got in trouble for photographing the Black Jesus pictured a little further up on the blog. There was sign in that case, but in my defense, I hadn't seen it yet. Hard to argue that I wasn't capable of translating "NO FOTO." Whoops.
(Early!) Saturday morning we headed to Teotihuacan to visit and climb first the Pyramid of the Sun, and then the Pyramid of the Moon. The Aztecs began construction on these pyramids and nearby temples in 100 C.E. Beating the crowds, we had the top of the first pyramid all to ourselves, surrounded by hot air balloons that launch early in the day. It was absolutely a bucket list kind of morning.
Here we're featuring our limited edition 'Viva las Cowgirls!' 2016 t-shirts, and a stray dog who was very interested in us and our pint-sized, talented photographer.
It was STEEP. Thankfully they had a hand rail for portions of the climb that involved 30-foot long sections of metal wire covered by plastic tubing that swung around as you grabbed hold of it. (Side note: Apparently I have suddenly inherited my mother's fear of heights.)
There are clearly fewer lawyers practicing in this area of the world.
Well we got close, but I think we missed the exact spot where this original photo was taken of David Bowie.
But Bowie's photo didn't include a hot air balloon. So there.
Back in Mexico City, we cleaned up and set out, walking first through a fresh air market organized in the park across the street, then to a French restaurant for a long, late afternoon lunch.
Not pictured: the rest of our visit was spent eating, drinking, talking for hours and sleeping without having an alarm set to wake us up. Basically, a little bit of heaven. I did manage to snap a pic of our goodbye Cava toast.
Until next time! Or in my case...until five hours later when I returned from the airport to stay one more night after missing my flight.
But that's a story for another time.
!Hasta la próxima vez!