the kind of place where the sun feels like a warm hug

so i just got back from this little corner of the world and honestly? it’s still stuck in my head like a song i can’t shake. the kind of place where the sun feels like a warm hug, even when you’re just standing there sweating. i just checked and it’s 25.92°c there right now, hope you like that kind of thing. the air was dry enough to make my skin feel like parchment, but the locals? they were anything but. someone told me that the best tacos in town are sold out of a cart that moves every day, so good luck finding it. i heard that from a guy who claimed he’d been tracking it for weeks. i didn’t believe him until i tried one and nearly cried. if you get bored, puebla and cuernavaca are just a short drive away, though honestly, i’d stay put. the streets here have this rhythm, like they’re humming a tune only the locals know. i spent an afternoon wandering through what felt like a maze of color, every corner a new mural or a vendor selling something i didn’t know i needed. someone else mentioned that the coffee here is “okay” but the pastries? legendary. i didn’t test that theory, but i did find a bakery that smelled like heaven and regret. the kind of place where you walk in for one thing and leave with five. i also overheard a couple arguing about whether the local museum was worth the entrance fee. “it’s just old stuff,” she said. “but it’s our old stuff,” he replied. made me think about how we all carry our own versions of history. anyway, here’s a map so you don’t get as lost as i did.

and because no post is complete without photos, here’s what i managed to capture.

if you’re into wandering without a plan, this place is for you. just don’t blame me if you end up staying longer than you meant to.