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4 Baja California
23.09.03
Goodbye Angelinas. On the road again...direction: Mexican border
and Tijuana. From L.A to San Diego, I conscientiously repeat the
Spanish dialog
relative to “formalities of customs" from the book "The Spaniard
for Travelers”.
I am already in Mexico but where are the US customs??? U-turn back
to the
customs: I stay in line with thousands of Mexicans entering the
United States.
In this direction things are much more complex! Explain to an
American customs
officer (!) that, contrary to appearances, I am not trying to go
into but to
leave the United States… that I come from Los Angeles and not from
Tijuana. I
take my
“nice-girl-a-little-hyppie-peaceandlove-who-travel-only-for-tourism-until-Buenos-Aires"
look... (who said crazy?). However after looking under my car
seats (looking
for a hypothetical companion maybe) they refuse to sign my papers
referring me
to their colleagues in Florida (???). Nada for the “exit
documents”.
Fortunately, the kindness of the Mexican customs officers is
proportional to the
Americans’ suspiciousness. A small cabin, an old TV, a table, a
Mexican, 2
chairs: I come for my tourist card. “Abogada! Muy bien, Muy bien”,
he rolls his
eyes, “soltera, oooaaahh”. I get my pass with warm encouragements
made in
Mexico. And last but not least I am finally IN Mexico ! (while
being still in
the United States on paper). And as we say in French: the first
gherkin is the
most difficult to get out of the bottle, after that the others
come out easily.
BAJA
CALIFORNIA is not much visited by the Europeans but very
appreciated by its
American neighbors. With its vertiginous cliffs falling into the
blue sea and
its giant cacti set out to take the sky and its infinite white
sand bays… I
drive for hours without meeting a soul…as if nobody was living in
those arid
hills.
Ensenada to La Paz 1800 km, 30 hours on the road, 6 military
check-points, 16
bananas, hundreds of curva peligrosa, countless car carcasses in
the surrounding
gullies, million cactus, billion butterflies… I pass with honors (and
the entire
village applause) the famous-car-killer- jump on the traitorous
speed bumps
(thanks to the travelers who warned me!). I especially liked the
scenic road
between Tijuana and Ensenada, the Bahia Design and La Paz’beaches.
In Guerrero
Negro, you can see the whales giving birth between January and
April. In Loreto,
I could observe through my room’s window the pelicans plunging
like scuds into
the sea. “Marty Hurricane” has devastated Baja California a few
days ago. In
some places the water level was 10 feet high. The unique and only
road (The Mex
1) has been devastated, torn apart. Tons of mud slided down from
the mountains
and have distraught the coast. The fatalistic Mexicans are fixing
and cleaning
as quickly as they can while the tourists are waiting. I met Swiss
surfers who
bought a sixties-baba-kitsch van in San Diego and who gonna try
each beach
until Panama. In Guerrero Negro I met biking Japanese who left Los
Angeles on September 12 and aim for Buenos Aires.
La Paz- Cabo San Lucas - San José del Cabo- La Paz I wanted to see
the end of
the end of California where the Pacific and the Cortes Sea convene.
As much in
Todos Santos is charming, American and Italian artistic
communities, as much
mass tourism has denatured the Southern farthest point of BC.
Finally at 100
miles of La Paz, I am definitively forced to turn back: the road
is flooded and
the cars towed away by cranes. Well intentioned Mexicans recommend
me to reconsider my next stop (in 300km), because of the condition of
what is left of the road. That evening, I take the ferry to Los
Mochis, to go
back to the "main" ground.
I had a taste of adventure these last days crossing
rivers, driving straight down the ills, hazardous diversion
improvised beside
the ruined roads, taking the car on the sand to reach buried
beaches.
A hotel: The California Hotel in Todos Santos, no website yet, I
let you know...
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News 5 Mex: From Nayarits to
Jalisco
28.09.03
Los Mochis- Puerto Vallarta
The La Paz ferry arrives at Los
Mochis with the rising sun. I
have my tacos of cabeza’ breakfast at the market. The next
step of the journey is the Tarahumara Sierra. It is from this
point that the “ Del
Cobre” trains go through the deepest canyons of the world. Here the Indians use peyotl, an hallucinogenic
cactus’ roots.
The road towards Puerto Vallarta
brings me into a damp and
dense jungle full of coconuts and banana’ trees. The heat
becomes increasingly intense. The air is moist. My camera is
fogging up
automatically giving a David Hamilton touch to my sunset’
pictures. My notebook pages crinkle, my dress is sticking to
my skin... The place of John Huston’s "Night of Iguana"
is a “little Acapulco”
with an immense beach of white sand, a scaled beautiful
colonial city with night and day vivid life...
I stay in a pretty place: the Azteca Hotel for a good price: 150 Pesos
(15$).
29.09.03
Puerta Vallarta to Manzanillo
When I planned my journey
I wanted to see this coast discovered 30 years ago by
Brignone, an Italian banker. This is a place where tortoises come and
lay their eggs
during full moon nights. This location is presented
as a certain state of mind, a place of harmony between
primitive nature and plain architecture, and a place of absolute
relaxation where
to break away from the rest of the world. I stop at the
Alamandas Hotel,
well known through design’ magazines. But I would not
pass the door (well) guarded by henchmen: I do not have
reservation. No
way I can get anything: no information, no visit, no small
talk with Isabelle Goldsmith the hostess of this paradise. I
wanted to ask her
how she manages mosquitoes. We can only go to their
website to feed our dreams about this very protected
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A
little further, Tenacatica
is a sublime beach away from the road with multiple and
adorable restaurants built with palm leaves. I plunge into the ocean
alone in the
world, tossed on the Pacific’ waves …under the puzzled
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News 6
Mex : On the
Independance Road
High
plateaus and valleys of the Sierra, Zapotec and Mayas
sites, zocalos (city square), churches and cathedrals, Indian
sanctuaries, colors, music, dance, festival, Mexicans’ soul, markets,
romanticism, I am under
this nation spell. It is surrealistic: my eyes my senses
are overwhelmed…so many emotions... I am under the charm of
this extraordinary country.
29.09.03
Guadalajara the intellectual
Guadalajara
is the second city of Mexico. That is the Mariachis’
birthplace, a city famous for
its fountains, with four main squares, its colonial
splendor, its palaces, its churches. This is a charming city
that is ignored to often by the
travelers. The inhabitants of Guada are
preparing their October Festival, which will celebrate tales and legends. Octobers’ Fiestas http://www.fiestasdeoctubre.com.mx/
will start
open with a procession of floats with multiple fantastic
shapes: witch, sirens, pirates,
headless knight or others legendary characters.
It will continue with concerts shows and entertainment during
the entire month. I am
wandering in the students’ Guadalajara. People
have coats on, the altitude is 1550 meters. I still wear my
“tong” a total “clothing
discrepancy”. I go and admire Orozco in the
Palacio de Gioberno.
Not too far is Tlaquepaque or
Mexicolor: with striking
galleries and handcrafts sold in the street by the
Nayarits Indians. I start to experience intensely Mexican
surrealism. The further I
progress on my journey, the stronger the feeling,
particularly with the ubiquitous depiction of Death. The
celebrations of November
2 (All Souls' Day) are well known, particularly in Oaxaca.
A Hotel: the Hotel Frances:
beside the Cathedral, the oldest in the city, posada built in 1619 and acknowledged national
monument. In the evening,
I am soothed by the mariachi’s serenades until
late at night. I leave my half-opened door (Piensae me)...
Shopping:
in Mercado Libertad, for the country’s huaraches: the leather sandals.
30.09.03
Guanajuato the political
Located at an altitude of 2000m, Guanajuato was the world mining capital of gold and
silver. It was recognized
as a part of the UNESCO cultural Patrimony for its splendid colonial buildings and its colorful houses
clinging to the hills. Another feature: the underground alleys using the
galleries of the old mines. They seem going nowhere and
suddenly lead to a plaza.
It is a complex street arrangement quite useful when it comes to find my way for the price of a propina. The streets are so narrow that in Callejon del Beso, two lovers can kiss
one another by leaning
from their windows. The city was one of richest in the planet, generating a quarter of the world’s silver
for two centuries. The
student population is significant and the Cervantes Festival of Theater begins on October 1.
01.10.03
San Miguel de Allende the touristy
Two weeks ago I received an email from Guadalupe inviting me to San Miguel de
Allende (SMA) for the
October City festival. During 5 days, I am treated
like a queen, at the ringside seat of the festivals... I have a
meeting in the radio XESQ’ studio where "Lupita"
(who has 2 long braids:
"Lila Dawns copied me") and Adolpho produce a cultural
broadcast. They introduce me to the director of the radio
station (a well known
social leader), to the University dean, which invites me to give a lecture about international law. I also meet with
their friend Yolanda a
Tae Kwando trainer who is hosting me. They have close ties to the Cuban singers from “Buena Vista Social Club”
and are preparing a
tribute to Compay Secundo (also old friends), in the presence of Roberto Viscayn (Grammy Awards 2000). The
following day, Adolpho
introduce the Los Hermanos Aquascalientes’ group on
the Zocalo. They open the festival. The next day, I take part in the preparations of the procession. I will follow the
procession step by step
in San Miguel and I will be able to make very close pictures.
What I have discover:
> SMA: The Bohemian one, the mystic, it is in this
City that Allende took
the weapon and initiated the revolution of independence.
Today retirees, soldiers and artists share here peaceful days:
20% of the population is of foreign origin. The North American children come here in the summer, at the SMA Institute to study
art. You can admire an unfinished Siqueiros in Escuela de
Bellas Artes. Here
Vincente Fox (the current President) has celebrated his son’s first communion, a Roman princess organizes
receptions for tycoons in
one of her multiple properties, and antiquity’s store are worldwide famous and jazz festival takes place in
November.
>
The
syncretism: the Holy places of a triumphant and conqueror Catholicism rub shoulders with Indian Sanctuaries. The Indians accepted Christ providing that they may keep their god. And
those gods are now inside
and the result produce small chapel next to the churches and crosses without crucified Christ...
> The Virgin of
Guadalupe is in Mexico City. More beautiful than the Christian virgin, more tanned, she symbolizes the Mexican syncretism. From the
poorer to the richest:
everybody pays respect to "Lupita"
homage every year on
December 12. You may see her miniature everywhere in taxis
$hotels and in all Mexicans’ home.
>
The temascale: a purification
ritual held during full night moon that combines the 4
elements: earth fire
water and air.
>
The ex-votos:
naive paintings representing a
miracle along with a short text thanking the virgin. Diego Rivera and Frida had a collection of 2000 ex-votos exposed in their
Coyoacan blue house.
> The true Frida to the screen is Ofélia Médina in the first film that Mexico realized about the painter
> The botanical
garden: internationally famous, house of thousands cactus.
$It is in the reserve that Guadalupe and Adolpho created their
ecological house: using
candles’ light and enjoying the ponds ‘view while
relaxing in their hammock.
> To eat: Nopales’
salad
(cactus), tacos filled
with huitlacoche (mushrooms), quesadillas and the zucchini flowers, “mola” (difficult to describe: a dark
brown mixture with spices
and chocolate taste), tamales (made of semolina rollers and presented in corns’ leaves)…
and of course Mezcal with
everything!
>
Pulque:
the Aztec’ alcohol: as white as milk
>
The Muses (and
of Diego Rivera’ mistresses): Maria Felix, Dolores del Rio
> Mexican Music compilation: Tania Libertad, Toña Negra,
Chevala Vargas, Lila
Dawns, José Alfredo Jimenez
> The “4”: Diego Rivera,
Orozco, Siqueiros, Tamayo and their girlfriend Frida Kahlo
> The
poetess: Juana Ines of Cruz
> The writers: Octavio Paz, Carlos
Fuentes
> Queretaro: UNESCO Cultural Treasure: 3000 historical
buildings, beautiful colonial houses
> Peña del Bernal: energy
resource, the lovers engrave here tender words on the cacti.
“Our poverty can
be measured with the number and the sumptuousness of
the popular festivals. The festivals here are our single luxury
". Octavio Paz.
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News 7: Following the Maya
The Maya have lived here for 3000
years. In Popol Vuh, the bible of Maya’s beliefs and
knowledge, the humankind came
from corn. Ixchel is weaving, medicine
and pregnancy’s goddess and
the past goddess of the Moon. The Maya
were brilliant mathematicians and astronomers, had an
improved calendar, their own alphabet, but did not know the use of
the wheel. They used very
geometrical forms, hyper-Symbolists; the faces take
the form of squares. The babies had cranium crushed by a vice
to obtain a flat face and the
piercing of all the body by means of
spines was frequent. For soccer’s lover, Sports newspaper
don’t tell you that
the Zapotecs were playing, at that time already,
with knees, hips and right foot…and that the captain of the
winning team had the honor to be decapitated for the gods’ satisfaction.
The figurines have a funny look as they were from
"Chicken Run". The descendants live now in Chiapas area and in the Guatemala
mountains. It is possible to reside with a Maya tribe: the
Lacandons, and learn their
language thanks to the Na bolom foundation: www.nabolom.org
Chronologically from Mexico City to the Caribbean
Coast:
Teotihuacan, close to Mexico DF, the city of the gods:
3e larger pyramids of the
world, after the Egyptian’s, they evoke the Sun and the Moon.
It was one of the world most important cities, exceeding Rome
by ts size. You have to climb
the 242 steps of the pyramid of the Sun to experience the presence of Quetzalcoatl, the Plumed Serpent.
Monte Alban: magic and religious city,
vestige of zapotec civilization, Monte Alban is in the center
of the Mesoamerica and was as prestigious as Tikal and
Teotihuacan. * close to
Oaxaca
Palenque: the most beautiful the Maya city, the most romantic: surrounded by trees, crushed in the
jungle. * in Chiapas
Uxmal: Puuc style, you meet with Chac the god of the
rain, he has a hooked nose. The soothsayer’ pyramid
is oval which is
very rare in Mexico. The governor palate (100m length)
sit imposingly in the middle of the site.
* in Yucatan
Chichen Itza:
the most mythical, the Kukulcan pyramid with 91 staircases at each of its 4 sides and its central surface, representing
the 365 days of the
year. Site of countless sacrifices, according to
my guide, several princesses were killed here. On the top, I
expect to see a god in
a jaguar skin... The greatest play of ball are
here. * in
Yucatan
Tulum: a fortress at the seaside, on a
cliff overhanging the Caribbean. The "harbor" site
of the Mayas.
A book:
Chronicle of the Maya Kings and Queens: Deciphering the Dynasties
of the Ancient Maya, by Simon Martin, Toby Wilkinson and
Nikolaï Grube, Thames
&Hudson ed.
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News
8 Mex : Arriba Mexico!
06.10.03
Mexico City I
was scarred of Mexico City. Too dangerous, too large, too polluted…
but it is also a city with a prestigious past and a sumptuous architecture.
I thought of leaving the car in Teotihuacan - at the Club
Mediteranee where I stayed the day before- and having a round trip
by bus to the city. Finally, after some discussions and preparations
with Guadalupe and Adolpho, I decided to go there and find a hotel
with parking. I remained only one day in the big City (too short,
just to get a first impression) and everything went very well. It is
a chaotic city in which you can find the best and the most
surprising... I slept in the middle of the temple of electronic
counterfeit and illegal copy of all kind. CD pirate copies cost less
than 10 pesos (< $1), even cheaper than in Madrid... Police
officers and counterfeiters get
along quite well (only the uniform differ, police is well
known to be corrupted).
Who sell what to whom? Markets where you can find everything
surround the Zocalo. From battery to hairbrush, alarm clocks and
cell phones: sound
all over “it is the bazaar. Pharmacies
are gigantic and promote discontos on their fluorescent
poster promoting vitamins and slimming pills. Mexico is Beetle’s
country and Mexico City is jam-packed with green Beetle taxis.
To return...
To make a pilgrimage on line with the Virgin of Guadalupe: http://virgendeguadalupe.org.mx/
Coyoacan:
Frida
Kahlo, the painter with the mono-eyebrow was born here in la casa
azul. The house is full of her love for Diego Rivera: embroidered on
the cushions "do not forget me my love", on the kitchen
walls where their names are united
by ribbons held by doves… And
everywhere her paintings conveying pain and
suffering
with such power. You can see the traditional dresses she liked to
wear, her private diary and the portrait of her idols: Stalin,
Lenin, Marx, Engels and Mao at the top of her bed... One of her
painting is named " Marxism will confer health".
Trotsky
and André Breton resided here. Diego
Rivera and Frida
then lived in San Angel in “twins” geometrical houses, inspired
by Le Corbusier.
A footbridge between their terraces -in order to meet when they were
not fighting- joined the houses.
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News
9 Mex: Colors,
amazing colors…
08.10.03
Oaxaca
After a wonderful road: the highest, the most
sinuous… after superb mountains, I arrive in Oaxaca: city of gods
and festivals. Immediately I adore this human, photogenic city.
Oaxaca and its beauty: the colors, churches, museums, the Zocalo and
its marimba (xylophone) music. Yes, the city casts a spell on me….
These striking dancers -with this typical aquiline nose- that I’ve
seen in Los Angeles, were from Oaxaca. It is the city of chocolate,
coffee and mescal but it is also, with the Chiapas, the poorest part
of Mexico. The mood is different here: the Indians more
"assertive", but I start to understand why when I pass
busses full of anachronistic travelers: Monte Alban, the Zapotèque
site is very close.
I start my last day in Oaxaca by going to the
mass at Santo Domingo Iglesia; the church seems small
surrounded by
its "baroqueries" and overwhelming gold. The sumptuous
statue of the Blessed Virgin hypnotized me. This church, packed with
faithful at this early time of a weekday, impressed me. Later, I
visited Mitla where I had lunch at the Indian market amongst flowers
and spices.
To visit: The Museum Rufino Tamayo, my favorite in
Mexico. The collection of pre-Columbian Art of the famous Oaxaca
painter comprises statues: Olmèques from Vera Cruz, Aztèques from
Altiplano, Zapotèques from Oaxaca area, and Mayas from Yucatan...
the meticulousness is in the esthetic and the originality of the
figurines.
News
10 Mex: Viva
Zapata!
10.10.03
San Christobal de Las casas
Here
starts the Chiapas territory: rough, hostile. It is in these
mountains and jungle that Sub-Commander-
Insurrectionist-Marcos-of-the Zapatista National Liberation Army (EZLN)
is confronting the Mexican army. After five centuries of domination,
the Indian communities are looking for their freedom and try to find
an identity and a share of autonomy in the management of their own
businesses. But what is it behind Marcos cagoule? Icon of the
antiglobalization movement, Manu Chao body, brilliant webmaster of
the jungle www.ezln.org, he is a
man whose words and humor are the chief weapon. But Mexican
government does not have the same sense of humor and the guerrilla
carried the dead of 300 Zapatista. At San Cristobal de Las Casas
markets, Indian women sell an army of Marcos in miniatures: puppets,
key chain, tee shirt with his picture, postcards of the 1.111 walk.
As in Oaxaca you find here colonial style small houses, very
colored, with arcades and patios. Inside this ochre, mauve setting,
Indians women, wearing embroidered clothes, are sitting on the
ground amongst woven fabric, ponchos and multicolored textile
picturing broad flowers. It is a profusion of colors but here no one
takes photographs of the native: it is a way to preserve their soul
in a society that dispossesses them of everything already.
Music:
Clandestino from Manu Chao
A
place to stay: Na Bolom (see le coup de coeur ), an hacienda
difficult to leave, with firewood in the bedroom to warm up chilly
toes ( altitude is 2200meters) 400 Pesos/night (< $40). During
the guided tour of the museum-house you learn that the Lacandon
chief Chan K' in Viejo lived 125 years, had 5 wife, 25 children
whose last one is 97 years old: all this thanks to the bamboo juice
(the local DHEA) he was fed with when he was a baby. Here, the powerful
and famous of this world ate at the same table than the native. As
well did Joris, from Belgium and Paulo from Portugal. We decide to
go together to Palenque and to have a closer look at " la
revuelta campesina" in Zapatista area.
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News 11 Mex: It is 1000 facets of Mexico
12.10.03
Campeche
(On
the UNESCO World Heritage List since 2002 Ancient Maya City of
Calakmul,
Campeche).
We leave San Christobal Las Casas early in the morning. We were told
that that
the
100 miles/ 180 km to Palenque are time consuming (+/- 7hours). First
because
the
road is so beautiful that you stop frequently, second because the
road is
“roller
coaster-like” and last because of the “tope”; the passenger in
the back
hits
his/her head at the ceiling first and after that crushes his/her
coccyx
while
falling back on the seat. The guides warned us: "Be careful
with the
ambushes.
Do not stop if you see a string across the road, nor if somebody is
lying
transversely...” I still do not know how to manage this array of
situations
but thank god we were not tested on the matter. Just after a curve
and
a photo-stop, farmers, who put boards full of nails on the road,
block us.
The
Mexicans stopped as well as we are arguing and seem quite angry. We
will be
able
to pass on the condition of helping with a financial
"contribution" to
education,
agrarian development and urbanization, a financial support that the
government
does not grant them. We pay 100 Pesos, more than anyone else. It is
a
mini-racket
veiled with "good" cause. But everything is relative if
you compare
with
the toll fees or Pemex* cost. We stop later on at the Agua Azul
cascades
but
they are not “azul” at all after the recent torrential rain. It
is very hot
again,
after the cold of the mountains. We liked Palenque (see Note 7 about
Mayas
sites). We continue towards Campeche, "boosted" by our
traveling stories,
Kim
Wilde, Fred & José musical compilations, the designer Flemish
Bataille and
Ibens,
our projects, bed and breakfast, Ostende, Arno, the Champoton’s
good
places.
Campeche has been put recently on the Unesco World Heritage list but
the
hotel
amenities are not really ready yet.
*
Pemex: Mexican Oil Co.: monopoly for gas station where you pay only
with
cash,
same for highway tolls.
13.10.03
Playa del Carmen
The
road leads me through the Yucatan: from Campeche to Playa del Carmen
passing
through
Uxmal, Temozon : the old colonial hacienda where sisal was
cultivated
, Chichen Itza and the Valladolid Cénotes: caves where
Mayas used to bathe, and
eventually, late at night I arrive at the Deseo hotel.
I
love my Deseo Hotel
www.hoteldeseo.com, all of it. It looks as on the
photographs:
veils floating around baby blue beds, decoration as inspirational
as simple, lounge, music
in the room, objects hanging on the white wall,
kindness, good advice,
soft light, view of the stars, check-out at 1 p.m. and so
many other pleasures and
attentions. I want “my” Deseo.
Playa Del Carmen: the touristy Mexico with gorgeous beaches and, off
Cozumel,
the nicest reefs in the
world. Because of my accent people ask: "are you a
farmer"? …given
that at the recent World Meeting in Cancun in September, French visitors were staying in Playa.
14.10.03
Tulum la baba
The
cabanas in Tulum are like other dream sites in the world: white sand
beach,
turquoise sea, coconuts
and hammocks: a place where backpackers get together and
bond with nature by
drinking Corona and smoking pot. The paréo are worn very
low, Gothic tattoos
located in the lower back or a miniature sun amid scapulas,
rings around toes,
Indian ornaments, Maori necklace, dreadlocks, tee-shirt with
the Hinano Vahine in
order to prove that you have been in Tahiti, headband in
the hair... I share the
Diamante K dormitory (suspended beds) with Sally, an
Australian from Sydney
visiting friends in Mexico City and planning a trip to
Venezuela.
A
tip: Bid at “Nouvelle Frontieres” : Monday in Belgium, Tuesday
in France.
Starting
price for Cancun is $165. Spend a few days at the Deseo and a few
days
at
the Cabanas del Diamante K in Tulum.
To
read below the coconuts: “The Tortilla Curtain” by T.C. Boyle:
an “American
Beauty"
about Hispanic illegal immigrants.
It
is the end of my Mexican exploration. It is 1000 facets of Mexico,
from
Tijuana,
where “Chicanos” die while trying to reach the United States, to
the
seaside
resorts of Cancun and Playa, passing through the poor areas of
Oaxaca
and
the Chiapas where most tourist see no more than the postcard aspect.
It is
the
Mexicans’ Mexico, the Mexico from high mountains to infinite
beaches, the
historical
Mexico, the artistic, surrealistic, overwhelming, the adventurous. I
discovered
Mexico with its the huge cities such as Guadalajara and Mexico City.
The
Mexico of Internet that is everywhere and the Mexico of The Plumed
Serpent
haunting
minds. You could spend here an entire life without ever getting
bored...
Catherine,
Chetumal, October 15, 2003
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