Mexico City: 12 Tacos, 8 Calls, 3 Flirts—and One Killer Coffee Shop

Mexico City is big. Loud, fast, full of life—and somehow, it works. I came for a work trip and ended up staying six weeks. That’s how it usually goes with me. If the food is good and I can get decent internet, I don’t leave in a hurry.

My days in CDMX followed a very specific rhythm: tacos, work, flirt, repeat.

The taco count got out of control quickly. I started tracking them—just for fun. Twelve in one day was the record. Don’t ask how I felt after. Worth it.

Despite the food coma, I actually got a lot done. Mexico City has a serious remote work scene. The cafés are dialed in—plugs at every table, strong coffee, real food. One spot in Roma Norte became my unofficial office. Big windows, quiet music, and a barista who always asked how my day was going (and actually waited for the answer).

Between bites and caffeine hits, I took eight calls in one day—brand meetings, client catch-ups, planning shoots. It felt good to be in a city that runs on both energy and efficiency. CDMX has range.

And of course, there was some flirting. It’s hard not to. The city has style, and so do the people. I met someone at a bookstore who laughed at my Spanish, then corrected it, then asked if I wanted to grab a drink. That turned into a great conversation. Nothing dramatic—just easy, fun, and unplanned. The kind of thing that happens more often when you’re open to it.

I also joined a casual tennis group on the weekend. Played terribly, but made friends. Between that, the food, and the pace of the city, I felt like I found my rhythm fast.

Mexico City doesn’t ask you to be anything. You just show up, and it gives you options—work hard, eat well, stay out late, or just wander for hours and discover your new favorite street.

Would I go back? Yes.
Would I try to beat my taco record? Probably not.
Would I recommend it to someone juggling work and wanderlust? Without a doubt.