Three weeks ago my wife and I touched down at Benito Juárez airport in the heart of Mexico City, one of the largest, loudest and craziest urban areas in the world, to start a 6 month adventure along with our baby son. Arriving from our wintry home town of Uppsala, Sweden, the contrasts are immediate: the heat, the traffic, the smells, the fact that its after 3pm and there's still sunlight. It's not the first time we've been here; my wife is Mexican and went to university in 'el DF' (the Distrito Federal, or Federal District, as Mexico City is known to locals, although the name officially changed to Ciudad de México at the start of 2016), and I've been twice before, without staying long enough to more than skim the surface of life here or shake off the feeling of being a hopelessly out-of-depth tourist (I strongly suspect that even 6 months won't be long enough in the latter case). In this blog I plan to record thoughts, feelings, and hopefully the odd entertaining story about our time here in Mexico.
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