I Finally Started: A Quiet Day in Mexico City

After months of hesitation, I finally picked up the camera. Not to make a perfect video. Not to prove anything. But just to begin.

This was the first step. A quiet day in Mexico City, spent with my wife, a few close friends, and the feeling that maybe—just maybe—this could be the beginning of something.

Morning in Pachuca

The video opens with coffee. Not espresso, though we have a machine. Just a spoonful of Nescafe Taster’s Choice. I joke that it's better than I expected—maybe they got me with the branding. But the real reason is, I don't know how to work the machine. Lynette, my wife, is the barista of the family.

Our morning is slow. Matcha and Mango, roam outside. We prep to leave. A quiet routine in our home in Pachuca. And as we pack up, I share something small but interesting—how milk and eggs in Mexico don’t need to be refrigerated like they do in the U.S. Lynette explained it once. Fewer preservatives, less processing. A small thing that reminds me: we really are living somewhere new.

The City Calls

We don’t often go to Mexico City, but when we do, it feels intentional. The energy is different. That morning we had no major plans—just breakfast, some wandering, and a visit with friends.

Part of why I filmed this was to finally start. We’ve lived in Mexico for over a year and a half. I've thought about making videos so many times. About our move, our new life, the feeling of returning to a country that is ours, but still unfamiliar in many ways. We are Mexican citizens—somos Mexicanos—but we weren’t raised here. That dynamic, that feeling of in-between, is something I want to explore more.

Starting Anyway

I talk about what’s held me back. Fear. Perfectionism. Or the illusion of it. Wanting things to look polished. Wanting the gear to be better. But that version of me—the one who keeps waiting—has never created anything.

So I used this day as a chance to begin. No script. No plan. Just us, going to the city, seeing what unfolds.

The City Unfolds

Driving into Mexico City, I’m reminded of its scale. It's wide—almost overwhelmingly so. Forty-nine minutes from the edge to a simple café. The city stretches in every direction. Compared to New York, which is also vast, this feels even larger.

We go to a café. We get breakfast—maybe chilaquiles, maybe something else. We meet up with friends. It’s not glamorous, but it’s good. We eat at Tox—a kind of Mexican version of Chili’s or Applebee’s. It’s comforting, familiar, and more importantly, it's time shared with people who’ve become part of our life here.

Later, we try to go to a speakeasy bar with live music. It’s closed. We laugh it off. That’s the day. A little messy. Unplanned. Real.

Why This Matters

This video isn’t about Mexico City. Not really. It’s about starting. About pushing past the inner critic. About creating something—even when it’s not perfect.

I see creators online with 4K cameras, drones, lighting setups, teams. And I respect it. But that’s not me. I’m filming alone, with what I have. This is a memory I wanted to capture. For me. For us.

If you connect with it, great. If not, that’s okay too. I just needed to begin.

So here it is.

One quiet day in Mexico City.