Guanajuato

I once had an opportunity to visit Guanajuato City as a kid when I still lived in Mexico. A few family members were visiting from the states, and they wanted to make the drive from Guadalajara to Guanajuato during the week. My mom had work during those days and was hesitant about letting me go. My aunt tried to convince her but she ultimately said no. I was crushed, but didn’t fight her decision too much because I honestly didn’t know too much about Guanajuato. Maybe it was for the best….

Guanajuato’s energy is electrifying; it’s an artistic hub, but I wouldn’t go as far as saying that visiting the city was an artistic awakening for myself, it was more of a self reflecting and self discovery experience, mostly on the personal end.

I originally planned this trip because I was visiting Guadalajara with my mom for a few days, and I figured we could take a few days to explore somewhere new. My mom had never been to Guanajuato, and it’s only about a 4 hour drive from GDL, so it fit perfectly.

I had not visited Guadalajara in a few years either, so I was happy to see my family, and I wanted them to tag along with us on the trip, but it was too short notice for a lot of them. Me and my mom convinced my aunt and cousin to tag along, and it somehow turned into a mother and son vacation…. In a way, I feel like it was meant to be that way. It was something me and my cousin needed without knowing we needed it. It was a trip to the past, present, and future; we reflected on old memories, bonded with our moms, cherished our time with them, and thought about the time left.

Guanajuato is such a spiritual place; so much history, so much energy, art. Everything just aligned perfectly. The architecture, colors, and people made it easy to roam around the alleys and markets. The time flew by without notice. I was eager to hunt around for photos, but they somehow were always there; all I had to do was pick up the camera and snap the photo.

I guess shit happens for a reason sometimes. Thanks for not letting go back then, mom. I was meant to go with you.

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