What's freedom? I might not know, but it seems to me that it is at least granted to those who withstand the pain of tragedy and turn it into an ode of triumph. I used to believe in these things, but now I'm unsure. I'm lost in a cavalcade of self-reflection, a sort of addiction that I've suffered all my youth. I am in awe and simultaneously afraid of what comes next, but also weary and relieved of what has already passed. Smiling understandingly is something one should relish, not only knowing when to do it but excelling at it. I would, but somehow I don't. I feel like I'm not doing enough, but then again, it is a gesture I so earnestly appreciate when it befalls me.

As I navigate this labyrinth of introspection, I find myself questioning the very essence of my existence and the paths I've chosen. Each moment of self-doubt and uncertainty is counterbalanced by fleeting glimpses of clarity and purpose. It's a dance between despair and hope, where every step forward feels like a leap into the unknown.

I've recently heard on TikTok that the Metro, or the subway of Mexico City, was commissioned because La Doña Maria Felix's husband wanted her city to grow and modernize. I remember when I moved here during college, and even earlier when I was in middle school and visited my family, the Metro seemed to me like something so significant of progress.

You could go through the whole city in half an hour with only 5 pesos, and to me, that was incredible and still is. I mean, you can say what you want about its condition, but it feels to this day like the veins of this city, the way most people move around. It is so present and efficient. I know most of my friends prefer to move around on Uber, Didi, Lyft, or whatever. But whenever I visit, I always want to use the Metro; it still makes me feel like a kid discovering the city for the first time.

The Metro's enduring presence in my life has become a personal symbol of connection and discovery. Each journey on its tracks brings back memories of youthful adventures and the thrill of exploring new places. It's not just a mode of transportation but a cherished ritual that reminds me of the city's heartbeat, where every station and every ride is a testament to Mexico City's dynamic spirit and my ongoing love affair with its ever-changing landscape.

Tucked away in the lively tapestry of Mexico City, Café Tormenta emerges as a refuge for dreamers and creators, where the ordinary transforms into the extraordinary. This enchanting café, with its vintage charm and contemporary flair, invites you to step into a world where time slows and inspiration flows freely.

Café Tormenta is more than a café; it's a sanctuary for the restless heart. Here, in between the middle of a sidewalk, under the soft glow of the sun and city lights, poets write verses that stir the soul, musicians compose melodies that linger in the air, and artists talk about their visions for all to see. This corner of the town offers a cosy nook where thoughts can wander and dreams take flight.

In the midst of the city's hustle and bustle, Café Tormenta stands as a serene oasis, where the storm of daily life fades away, leaving behind a tranquil space to savour moments of pure inspiration and connection. Or you know, a quick but incredibly delicious cup of coffee, perfect for your daily hustle.