My dad’s favorite spots in Mexico City

Gotta hand it to my dad. He lives in San Diego and drives a convertible, but he decided to spend his vacation in a chaotic megapolis with me. It was his first time here.

It took him a few days to get used to the rhythm, but he ended up embracing the chaos here. He tried arrachera tacos and beef brains, and went with me to the tianguis. He took the Metro and the pesero. He even learned how to cross the street like a Chilango… kind of.

Yesterday he followed my lead when I ran across the street as the light was changing, and scolded me once we got to the other side. “Lesley! You can’t just run across the street in front of cars like that. The laws of physics are the same as they are in the U.S.!”

Unfortunately, he also suffered from stomach ailments, so maybe no arrachera tacos next time.

Here are a few pictures of some of the spots he liked best:

Coyoacán

Drinks at Condesa DF. I’d never been here before, but sipping a Jamaica Margarita on their rooftop terrace is now one of my favorite things to do.

A tour of the Centro Histórico with More Mexico, where we:

Ate fantastic buttery sweet bread at the original Sanborns, inside the Casa de los Azulejos. (Or…er… I ate it, anyway.)

Checked out the cool national mail palace, which is a functioning post office.

Learned about the history of Mexican art at the Museo Nacional de Arte.

Teotihuacán

The view from Chapultepec Castle. “A must-see for any visitor,” my dad says. “To get a true picture of the size of the city, you need to go up there and look.”

Thanks for a great visit, Dad.