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Learning to live on Mexican time
I sit here listening to the fountain cascade over the edge of its giant bowl. It’s hard to believe just a few hours ago I was shivering beneath my covers. An occasional cloud passes by. The plaza is filled with families as if it was midsummer, and here in Mexico it is. Every day. Mexico…
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The underwhelming town of Tequisquiapan
The word underwhelming must have first been coined by a visitor to this town. I admit, I almost walked back onto the bus from which I’d just disembarked upon a quick scan of the place. Unfortunately, given the time at which I’d arrived, heading onto the next town was not practical. So I decided to…
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My Life in Puerto Vallarta
The hostel is located in a neighborhood called ¨Zona Romantica¨, half way up a street that you ascend on stairs. The beach is one and a half blocks from my doorstep, the same beach where I catch the boat for my tours to the Marieta Islands. Half a block away is the restaurant district with…
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You realize I’m not coming back, don’t you?
Bobbing like a cork, I lay prone, fingers interlaced behind my head; the water, like strands of warm silk, licking at my skin. It was seven in the evening, but neither the temperature of the air nor the water gave any indication that the day was waning. It had been a pleasant initial few hours…
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Montezuma’s Revenge
Warning: This story contains graphic details. It began right on schedule, the audible gurgling from my stomach which could only mean that, once again, the king of the Aztecs had come to exact his toll at my invading his country. Without fail, I have experienced traveler’s diarrhea within a week of all of my visits to Mexico.…
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Mexico City – Trash and Transit
All the travelers I’ve met here had a different impression of what to expect in Mexico City. Some expected dusty streets with wagons and horses, others expected crime ridden boroughs where you were likely to get robbed by most any one you saw on the street. Mexico city, or CdM (Ciudad de Mexico) by locals,…
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Hoofing it through hostels
Staying in hostels has been its own travel experience, and the places vary greatly. I’ve had a room with as few as four beds in it and one with as many as 20. Most are single sex, but one morning I opened my eyes to see the silhouette of a statuesque blond brushing her as…
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Foreign Foraging
Given that I didn’t want to waste a touring day, I headed out into the dreary rain determined to take some pictures of the town I’d arrived in just yesterday, but by the time I got there, it had really started pouring so I decided to go looking for a supermarket instead. After talking the…
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