I loved flying in and out of Mexico City – It is one of those places that looks amazing from above. At night time it is covered in a seemingly endless blanket of lights, and during the day is a grey backdrop with every possible colour under the sun scattered throughout. It had also began to give me the same feeling as when flying into Wellington and Melbourne – knowing that this was a place that I could always come back to and feel welcomed.
During my time there I had been treated like part of the family, and the longer I was there, the more I wanted to experience and see. I felt that there was not enough time left to do all I wanted to and as my list kept growing I knew that I would just have to come back again – to another place to call home.