A journey is always packed with anticipation, food, backpacks, dirty tevas, digital cameras, tiredness, excitement, losting, satisfaction and dust, but for some very rare occasions you would also feel moving. I just had such a moment in Mexico City.
It was at the presidential house of Mexico, Palacio National. The palace was permitted for tourism, but there were still numerous soldiers guarding every corner of the giant complex. I visted it at noon, there are few traverllers around, and then I saw a local woman carrying food basket with her children walked in. They walked to a bench and gave a soldier just off-dutied a very impressive gift: a big hug and a family lunch. There was no word for it actually, I was overwhelmingly touched.