Mexcity City Day 3: A Day In The Life Of My Hero Frida Kahlo (Part 1)

Mel and I decided to dedicate the day to seeing all things Frida.  Erika and another Couchsurfer from Germany wanted to join us as well, so we told them to meet us at the zocalo in Coyoacan. 


Parroquia de San Juan Bautista in Coyoacan revisited.


Me and the coyotes in the zocalo in Coyoacan.

Before they arrived, Mel and I each enjoyed a café con leche and pastry at a quaint café called the Italian Coffee Company.  While we were there we entertained each other with exciting traveling stories (I am desperate to go to Sicily now because of her). 


The café we had brunch in.

Once the other 2 ladies joined us, we then we walked about 15 minutes to Casa Azul, or the Blue House, where Frida lived and died.



As we approached the historical home/museum my heart began to flutter with such excitement!  My adoration for Frida Kahlo started about a decade ago when I came across her diary in the bookstore.  I had never heard of her before, but was captivated by her image on the back cover.  I bought the book after becoming hooked from reading only a page and became one of her biggest fans that day. Her creativity, tenacity, courage, and talent are awe-inspiring to say the least. 

My 1st sighting of Casa Azul!

Casa Azul is agenuine reflection of Frida’s spirit.  One was not permitted to take pictures, however I had Mel keep a lookout for me so Icould snap a couple of her bedroom and kitchen.  I know, how terrible ofme, but I have a feeling Frida is somewhere laughing and painting thefunny scene.

Now let me take you on a little stroll through the blue house...














Thepain that she endured throughout her life and the strength that she wasable to posses despite her immense suffering is heartbreaking, though Idoubt her paintings would have been as full of emotion otherwise.  Andthat is what I admire most about her artwork; the honesty behind it all.She never once tried to make things prettier than they really were.  It was truly a dream-come-true experience to be amongst her belongings.

One of my favorite self-portraits she made was of herself wrapped up ina fuchsia scarf and wearing big, fabulous earrings and necklace.  Inthe gift shop they had a small replica in a wooden frame that I bought to hang up inmy house, not only as a reminder of her, but also of this special day.

Mel and I in Casa Azul.

To be continued...

Posted by Andi Perullo at October 25, 2009
Categories: Mexico City
 

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