Ciudad Juárez, México
I sat on a brown bench, one of a series which lined the sides of an inner-city bus going towards the airport in Ciudad Juárez. A picture of the Virgin Mary was plastered upon the maroon color that scaled the ceiling and walls of the bus, and there were a couple of men who either looked towards their phones or gazed straight forward. I inconspicuously glanced at my phone to make sure I was headed in the right direction, all should be good. My first brush with Juárez involved it being in route to me going to Central Mexico for Dia De los Muertos. Since then, I have been a couple of more times. I have a soft spot for the city and the people, from a mixture of having experiences that defy negative perceptions of the place, including the kindness shown towards me there, the resilience that the city embodies and the love that I have for Mexico.
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