Musicians at the Market, Tepotzlan, Mexico, 2007,
Mexico had long been a distant part of myself, a connection I had only through blood. Having met my Mexican grandfather briefly once or twice in my life, I had no idea about the culture of this side of my family. I visited Mexico for the first time when I was 24 and I still remember the traffic and chaos we saw as we drove through the streets of Mexico City. Despite having no real connection to the man who was born there, I started to feel a strong connection to this country. For the first time in my life I considered myself Mexican.
Photo © Elena Vazquez
