Teotihuacan was one of the few places I knew I wanted to visit when embarking on this trip to Mexico. Continue reading “Mexico Grand Finale: Teotihuacan”
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Dirty, Dangerous, Mexico City
As our trip neared its end, Austin and I found ourselves on yet another long bus ride. Continue reading “Dirty, Dangerous, Mexico City”
Mitla & Monte Alban: Oaxaca’s Ancient Cities
When I booked my plane ticket to Mexico last fall I knew a little bit about ancient Mexico. Continue reading “Mitla & Monte Alban: Oaxaca’s Ancient Cities”
My Love Affair with Oaxaca
It really wasn’t very long ago that I had never heard of the Mexican state of Oaxaca. Continue reading “My Love Affair with Oaxaca”
An Ode to Kitty
One night early on in our stay at our secret place, we found our post-dinner drink interrupted by a loud meow. Continue reading “An Ode to Kitty”
The Mexican Pacific: A Different Kind of Water (Or, How I Got My @** Kicked and Learned Some F***ing Respect)
I have always considered myself a good swimmer. Continue reading “The Mexican Pacific: A Different Kind of Water (Or, How I Got My @** Kicked and Learned Some F***ing Respect)”
The Secret Place
If you’re reading this post that must mean that I have found a good internet connection, and that it’s very likely Austin and I have ended our six week sojourn in our beautiful secret place on the Oaxacan coast. Continue reading “The Secret Place”
Pictures of Palenque
Deep in the Mexican jungle, where the mountains meet the plains, there was once a great city of the Mayan civilization. Continue reading “Pictures of Palenque”
Campeche: a Story of Beauty & Botanas
Coming from the big city of Merida into Campeche was literally a breath of fresh air. This sleepy town located on the gulf coast stole my heart the moment we arrived. Maybe it was the fact that the colonial walls still stood intact, or perhaps it was the clean, cobblestone streets – no, it was simply Campeche’s modest, lovely colors. Continue reading “Campeche: a Story of Beauty & Botanas”
The Truth About Merida
One of my favorite guilty pleasures is to watch the show House Hunters: International on HGTV. I’m not going to lie, it’s kind of my dream to one day be featured in an episode. In any case, my introduction to Merida was while watching this show one fall day after Thanksgiving a few years ago. I distinctly remember feasting on leftovers on my parents’ couch while watching a couple navigate a number of beautiful colonial homes located on sunny spotless streets. I remember a scene where the couple negotiated a price for some pleasant-looking fruit on some lazy day with a smiling old lady. It looked so charming and perfect, I inserted myself into the scenes immediately and knew that one day, I’d have to check in for a visit. Continue reading “The Truth About Merida”
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