July 24. Well, as I alluded to in the previous post, we reluctantly left Orizaba this morning. It’s perfectly laid out streets easily led us to… well, we hadn’t discussed that part yet. Oaxaca, to further join the resistance? Catemaco, for a little spirit conjuring? After a number of indecisions Continue Reading
The orchard destroying airport
July 20. I have decided that we don’t get lost as much as I once believed. Let’s just say we travel creatively. That being said we found a very creative way to leave Tepoztlan, about an hour and a half of creativity. Eventually we were on our way towards Puebla. Continue Reading
We Are Now Part of the Resistance
July 15. The Pozole and a show was a bit much for Sharon so Shawn and I took off at 7am for the Van’s Open Surf Competition. They were whittling down to the final 32 surfers. It was a different way to kill the entire morning. Then we snuck into Continue Reading
Pozole and a Show
Hey, it’s been a while but we have settled in in Acapulco. Here’s a brief rundown. July 9. Breakfast al fresco. Grocery shopping for the week via “collectivo”. Get off the bus and “poof”, my friend Cecillio appears, literally. He has a nack for that. Walk the strip at night Continue Reading
The “La Costera” Shuffle
July 7. I walked down to the local OXXO (Stop n’ Go, Seven/Eleven type place) and grabbed 3 coffees for our exit from Patzcuaro. We decided to go back towards Quiroga and see if we could help with the protest. You know, use some of that supposed “White Power”. Ok, Continue Reading
Climbing won’t kill you.
July 6th. We mutually decided, without speaking to each other, to sleep in a bit. Here in the highlands of Mexico, you just assume it’s chilly outside each morning. We never really found out because none of us got out of bed. We were awake but… At 10, I finally Continue Reading
Can I Buy Your Magic Bus?
July 4th. Once again it was a wonderful abuelita style breakfast that started the day and was followed by absolutely nothing. It wasn’t because we were resting for the holiday, plus it’s not exactly an observed holiday down here. No, we just chilled and waited until 11am to load up Continue Reading
The Voice Returns
The day’s events in Zacatecas took their toll on us and we made an early evening of it all. Well, it was that or the 3 to 4 local mescals that did us in. We awoke fairly early and walked up the cobbled streets to El Indio Alegre, (the happy Continue Reading
It’s not like we’re European or anything.
We started this summer’s trip a bit later than our usual. This is due to the dozens of projects we needed to finish around the house, a trip to Tennessee to see the new grand baby, a bit of work in Houston and Sharon and I both getting jury notice Continue Reading