Mexico and I have an interesting relationship; even after a few years of coming here, I still don’t necessarily feel comfortable, here. Perhaps it’s something as simple as the fact that I don’t speak the language (which is totally my own fault) , or the fact that physically I stick out like a sore thumb – seriously you don’t get more ‘gringo’ than me.
But despite the fact that I may not always be comfortable here, there is one thing about Mexico I will always absolutely love: the colour. North of the border, we have a tendency to gear towards “safe” colours. Muted greens, browns, blacks, all very businesslike. Throw someone wearing bright pink down the street and they’ll get funny looks. Here, it’s a totally different story. There is colour everywhere, spilling out of windows, on statues, bright blue, vivid yellows, around every corner.
Which is a good thing for me, who has realized recently that she’s developed something of a fear of colour. Places like this make me realize how much I miss it.
After all, I guess, deep down, I never was a muted green kind of person