A pretty little cocktail from a spot in Roma Norte called Yuban, featuring mezcal, agua de Jamaica (hibiscus punch), anise, cardamom, and a burning cinnamon stick to cap off the sweet-smoky-spicy action.
Another glorious weekend – full days, quiet nights. We woke up early Saturday to see an apartment that we both love (fingers crossed!!) in Roma Norte, and then hit up Lalo!, a brunch spot I’d been wanting to try. Dope chilaquiles and a fried egg dish with huitlacoche, smoky salsa, avocado and queso fresco. The… Read More How Bazaar
Yesterday was really, really hard. We’d watched the election results the night before until a little after midnight, with new friends – three expats and two Mexicans – drinking and first, ready to celebrate, then, sick to our stomachs. Yesterday morning, Robbie woke up at 6:30 and got to work writing about the record low… Read More A Day to Mourn
If we’re lucky, we are born knowing love. Fear is a learned emotion. For some, it is innate: when our lives are threatened we spring into stress the way animals do. But in most cases, when our ego is threatened we create feelings of fear. Right now, America has a massive ego and on all… Read More Election Morning, Mexico
On the weekend before Halloween this year, the first I’d spent away from friends, I thought we might have made the wrong decision in moving to Mexico. It felt lonely: friends in Manhattan were hosting a murder mystery, friends in Brooklyn screening scary movies, friends in LA dressed in elaborate costumes for house parties. Here… Read More Dia de los Muertos
It was nice to have the weekend together after Robbie’s first week of work – felt like weekends in Brooklyn, when we’d wake up late, wander around for a place to eat, take a long walk, maybe meet up with friends or make a big pot of pasta. Friday night we met up with Robbie’s… Read More The Freakin’ Weekend