🇲🇽 La Laguna y Museo Kaluz - 04.09.2026

La Laguna is a repurposed 1920s textile factory in the Doctores neighborhood, it’s vibrant creative hub and collaborative space. It features design studios, workshops (carpentry, textiles, ceramics), coffee roasters, and offices in an industrial vibration.

This is strangely my first visit… it’s my type of joint and I live close. It was on my radar when I first showed up to RomaNorte… and I strolled over one day and it was closed.

I was meeting up with Tereluz for some artsy things today. She is an ultra-hip ceramics artist, Buddhist, tranquilo, speaks English and easy on the eyes.

While we were chatting it up and having a coffee… an Irish woman asked to sit with us. She claimed to have lost her Irish accent from living abroad so long… nope. Thick Irish accent… pasty white Irish skin, Irish eyebrows and hair… 100% Irish. She was touring Latin America to improve her Spanish.

It was nice chatting (in person) with 2 English speakers. I don’t get much of that lately… most of my friends at the moment are Spanish only… all good… good company in any language is still good company.

We finished up our conversions and decided to head to Museo Kaluz. It’s nice to have an artsy companion to do museums… being around someone who acts bored doing something besides drinking gets old. Ceramicists are a different breed of artists… I don’t know how to explain it. They’re on a different frequency of creative energy. So… it’s hard to connect.

The Kaluz is a cool building, the exhibit was nice, and the roof terrace is spectacular. I need to hit more museums here… there’s only 250 or so…

I’ve been starving lately… I want food… always. I’ve lost so much weight my clothes fall off me… really… I cinch my belt… and my pants still fall down. My underwear are loose and hang off me. What the fuck?!? Do I need suspenders for my underwear?

Anyways, it was time to eat… and Tereluz had to go to the studio and do potter stuff… and it’s 4:00pm and I have only eaten a kiwi and handfull of almonds… I want pizza… I need pizza… so I go to La Nonna Fina around the corner of my apartment. You can order half and half… I was thinking I would take some home. Nope. One big ass pizza gone. I may pay for it later with severe intestinal inflammation… but at this moment I don’t care.

I was able to speak my language today, meet some friends, hit a new place or two… and an entire pizza down. Not a bad day in the City of Mexico.