One of the most magical parts of the trip was venturing south of the city center to the ancient canals of Xochimilco. I can't say I'd ever traveled through lush "floating gardens" in a rainbow-bright gondola, beer in hand, with a personal Mariachi band before.
I had read that if you travel far enough through the canals you would eventually reach a haunted island inhabited by dolls, otherwise known as "La Isla de la Munecas". I enthusiastically geared myself up for the long trek, believing that this sight would be awe-inspiring and not-creepy-at-all, alas, my boyfriend and gondolier's lack of enthusiasm to venture 6 hours in hopes of seeing a bunch of rotten dolls hanging from trees prevented us from reaching our destination, and most likely, from years of vivid night terrors.
I should probably thank them for that.