Nuria had never been to Xochimilco, which is in the area where Frida was from. In one of my favorite books by Barbara Kingsolver, the Lacuna, (fiction) it is a setting for a romantic encounter with Trotsky, who she is supposed to have had an affair with. I recognized the location when I saw it.
As soon as we got off the bus, we didn't have to wonder where the river was, helpful "guides" were there to show us the way. We didn't realize until later that they were trying to steer us to their particular boats. But we made it there, thought that they were asking too much for the ride (350 pesos) and determined that it was enough for us to see the bright yellow and red boats on the dock. We really weren't trying to get a better deal, but a teenage boy came running after us and offered to take us for 100 each for one hour. We agreed.
The next day, we booked a guided tour. Though we went to other places, the highlight of the day was the Pyramids, Teotihuaclan. Though Nuria had been here before, and did not intend to climb, she knew it was something I needed to see and do. I fully intended to climb it, even after I saw how far I had to climb, from the bottom. But after the first level, huffing and puffing, I wondered if I had been too optimistic.
But here's what I did - I rested, so that my heart rate and breathing came back to normal, and starting from normal, I got my mojo back, proceeded up the stairs this way, level by level (I think there were 4 stops).
Much more to see here in Mexico City, but needed to move on to the next leg of our journey.