It’s hard to pin down exactly when I fell in love with Mexico. I have an awful memory and while it serves me well in eagerness to turn the next page on a book I’ve read too many times it’s pretty awful when it comes to telling origin stories. Did it start during one of many late night naive and ill-conceived Taco Bell runs? Or while ogling Rick Bayless’s biceps on Mexico: One Plate at a Time? Or that one time I had Cactus Tacos in LA? I honestly don’t really know. Every white girl has to have a fixation with a culture that is not hers and I imprinted on Mexico like a lonely baby duck. I’m not proud but it’s true. I have the tortilla press and a cat named Frida to prove it.
I love looking through other peoples trash. It can be furniture thats been curbed, the free tag on Craigslist, or a dollar bin at a thrift store. The very fact that someone chose and purchased these items and later discarded them carries a lot of weight for me. Something changed in the eye of the beholder and we’re generally talking taste rather than function. We’re all guilty of saying that something is a “forever piece” and using that rational for making a hefty purchase, but the truth is that very little of what we purchase ends up sticking around forever. We divorce people and while people are not objects (#slavery), it seems that objects aren’t treated all that differently than people. Still, I love things a little bit more when there’s some baggage attached and I know I’m not alone. If you’re in New York and also addicted to trolling stoop sales for the perfect find then oh boy, do I have a treat for you. It’s called the Bellmore Flea Market.
I was a child Anglophile. Spike. Renaissance Festivals. Elizabeth I. Spice Girls. Nothing was cooler or sexier than bangers and mash and mushy peas. Shockingly, I wasn’t alone in this belief. Sold out Union Jack bedspreads begged the question if an entire generation would gleefully wave the white flag for a place in the commonwealth. To be one of them. Knowing this it shouldn’t come as a huge surprise to find out that I was (and am) a huge Harry Potter fan. Magic with a fancy accent? Sign me up. So you can imagine how quickly I bought my tickets to Florida when my family announced plans for a mini-reunion at Universal Studios and Islands of Adventure. Not my favorite parks to be sure but they do have a jewel in their crown. The Wizarding World of Harry Potter.