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?
The Rugged Road to Taxqueña
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 …