Chapultepec Castle
Last year I tried to visit Chapultepec Castle on my last day in Mexico City, only to find out that it was closed on that day.
A bit of prior planning for my return trip this year made all of the difference, and on my second day in CDMX, I find myself walking up the long hill towards the infamous castle.
Now I could regurgitate the history of this place from wikipedia or google, but this site has never really been about doing that.
It’s about how I felt walking up the opulent staircases, seeing the beautiful Mexican artwork that tells the storied history of Mexico City, and being in the moment of solo traveling in a foreign country.
I was spell bound by the harsh depictions of cruelty in the namesake of religion. How faith is supposed to help one rise above the tragedy of this life.
I cried over the anguish portrayed, and yet felt inspired.
Such a bevy of emotions swirled my mind as I walked through Chapultepec Castle that I felt a little closer to heaven.
Which was more than I wanted, and all that I hoped to feel.
