The suffering of Frida Kahlo
that paved her road to success
I visited Mexico for the first time in spring. A wave of protests ignited upon my arrival in Mexico City (Ciudad de Mexico). It was quite common during elections, locals said. I still remember how eclectic the weather was. The sky was cloudy, but the temperature never reached extreme lows to allow yourself to feel cold, except at night, when the sky cried rivers of raindrops and a mere coat was not enough to keep yourself warm. After all, it was the rainy season, so a large part of the country was expecting devastating storms. However, it didn’t bother me. I like the rain, especially at night. There’s no more sublime feeling than listening to the rainfall.
After checking into the hotel, I made my way to Frida Kahlo’s museum. Although it was not the main reason for my visit, it was without a doubt an excellent opportunity to see the work of one of the most exquisite artists of the XX century. And I couldn’t miss this opportunity. Frida and Diego’s house turned into a museum featuring samples of both artists’ works. Although Frida’s most iconic work might not be found there, it is still a marvellous journey to get acquainted with Frida’s artistic, physically and mentally journey.
