Sob. It's my last day in Guadalajara. Isn't it always the way with long haul journeys that just as the jet lag eases and the Spanish / local phrases start to stick and you are getting the hang of getting around that it is time to leave again? I'm packed – and sure my bag is overweight from swapping book stock for gifts (it is, slightly) – and out into the glorious sunshine in search of more art and a chance to look around the impressive neo-Gothic church, Templo Expiatorio, I've repeatedly spotted near us from taxi windows. I walk a couple of blocks left, past street art murals, secondhand bookshops and guitar shops and the church is suddenly in front of me. In the square street food traders sell fruit with chilli and crushed crickets if you are so inclined. I'm not hungry yet, and instead feast on architecture, wandering the exterior and interior of the building before crossing around the corner to MUSA (Museo de las Artes) where Hockney is showing as part of FIL as well as Mexican artist Sergio Arau's paintings of tattooed Botticelli cherubs in wrestling masks.
Now for the 28-hour journey home...
Was FIL a success for the UK? Perhaps a big step in the right direction.
As a Publishing Editor it was a learning curve in rights and international fairs and last minute plans for me and I think we all made the best we could of it. As a writer travel is always fruitful for ideas, new experiences and stories and I'm glad I had the chance to go.
Was FIL a success for the UK? Perhaps a big step in the right direction.
As a Publishing Editor it was a learning curve in rights and international fairs and last minute plans for me and I think we all made the best we could of it. As a writer travel is always fruitful for ideas, new experiences and stories and I'm glad I had the chance to go.
Hasta Luego Guadalajara, Mucho Gusto.
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