Cuernavaca has always felt like a gentle exhale — a place that reminds me to slow down, cook from the heart, and breathe in the lush scent of rain on earth.

 

Just an hour away from Mexico City, this town, often called the city of eternal spring, feels like a living garden. It’s where weekends stretch into long afternoons under the jacarandas, where the sound of running water softens the mind, and where beauty shows up in the simplest rituals — a home-cooked meal, sunlight filtering through the leaves, the laughter of family gathered at the table.

 

This is where I find grounding. Where my roots, both personal and creative, intertwine with the green threads of nature.