We arrive late, just shy of one in the morning. Bags on the carousel, expensive taxi to the hotel, easy check-in, lovely room. We have the whole next day to explore before meeting up with Bosco and his bride Allison for dinner. We take in the sights, dodge hordes of tourists and opt to take the subway over to Cambridge, …
Two years have passed since we returned from Mexico. The blog has lain fallow for far too long. I suppose, dear reader, I should catch you up. We flew from Mexico City to LAX, ultimately landing for what we thought was a short stay in Ojai. The plan was two weeks at Meditation Mount, a month at Ryan’s place and a month in Marcus and Eva’s guest house. Then… who knows where?
The rooster patiently awaits his death. The floor is covered with pine needles, there are no pews in this church. Thousands of candles adorn tables in front of Catholic saints, carved out of wood or wax, garishly dressed, themselves enclosed in glass boxes. This, here in Chamula, deep in the heart of Chiapas, Mexico, is a Tzotzil Maya church, the …
Our host wants to take us out on our last night in Tepoztlán. Raul, AliSun and I walk down to the organic store in town and have a nice light dinner. Raul says that we should go try the amazing pastries at Cafe Mozart. They are to die for. Who are we to argue?
I know it is coming. Sweat beads on my forehead, my hands are clammy, and I am surely a pallid shade of green. The bus lumbers its way into Mexico City, sloshing and jerking towards Taxqueña, the southern station that opens to the Mexican state of Morelos. Three hours and two minutes after leaving Querétero far to the north, the …
It is Sunday, like any other late summer Sunday. The Jardín in el centro de San Miguel is buzzing. Babies coo and cry, toddlers wobble. Tweens gorge on chicharrónes – pork rinds in plastic bags full of salsa. Young adults flirt and steal kisses while others preen looking for dates. Adults window-shop and drink micheladas while grandparents find a shady …
We land in León, Mexico, west of Guanajuato. TSA has left a greeting card inside my bag, which I notice when Mexican Customs opens it up to paw through yet again. A private car drives us through beautiful green terrain, passing slow trucks and buses. In the direction we are headed, lightning (relámpago) arcs through the clouds as rain begins …
Two months in Ojai culminated in an eight minute thunderstorm the day before our departure. We had seen friends, nested, walked to downtown, enjoyed the land on which we had landed. Six thirty this morning we roll out of Ojai, the 150 to the 126 to the 5 to the 14 to the 395. Through Palmdale and Lancaster, Mojave and …
When I was twelve years old, I was invited to join a friend and his dad on a 1/2 day fishing trip. It was New Year’s Eve Day, my parents were having a party that evening. The boat held maybe two dozen manly fishermen-type. I remember throwing up. I remember being taken down in the galley and given a 7-Up …
Dear friends – We are excited to hear you will be visiting Chiang Mai. Here are some thoughts as you plan your trip. With about a month under our belts, we aren’t experts by any means, so keep researching, and I’ll give you the best overview I can.