Hotel Geneve

Reminds me of the Boulderado

in Boulder, Colorado….old enough

to still mean something..still alive,

as if a building could be a mandala,

and, why not? There’s enough history

here to capture the identity of a small

country, let alone Mexico. And the staff 

knows their stuff…not efficiently, like the

Germans…but always, eventually, which

gives the guest enough time to relax and

become human themselves.

Some places are haunted in a good way…

like a bouillabaisse whose broth has

continued it’s flavor for generations.

It’s also a business, so, ah, there’s the rub.

And, Mexico as a whole stands to lose flavor

because of international homogenization.

But Mexico’s magic was not destroyed, the

way Manifest Destiny steamrolled indigenous

culture “El Norde`”, the birthplace of McDonalds,

and the Mac Trumps that followed. That’s why 

I’ve lived here for so long. That’s why I can….live…

here.

Castaneda wrote  about “finding one’s spot”.

Hey!   I found one!  Hotel Geneve!

Tepoztan,  8/7/2014 (Hotel Geneve  Mexico City)