On the second week of my stay, my friend Julia and I rented a car and drove deep into the Yucatan. Our plan was to see ancient ruins (I would not have missed that for the world) and visit Valladolid, the town where we planned to stay for the night. Valladolid (not to be confused with … Continue reading
Fair skinned woman with an oversized suitcase stranded at the airport, not knowing the language or the customs, seeking advice. Yeah, that was me when I first arrived to Cancun airport. Taken back by the unknown of it all, I might as well have had “tourist” tattooed on my forehead. Have you ever felt anticipation, but at … Continue reading
Postcards from the Country 