San Luis Potosí and Guanajuato

in which I gain the company of two friends and visit magical cities

A Crash in Los Altos

There is a deep cut scratch in my glasses that wasn’t there before. Sometimes, I see small whitish shapes, but most of the…

Queretaro

or How I made Forty Years

On the sixth day that I woke up in Mexico, my traveling companions Reid and Jeremy and I…

Goodbyes

This is a woman who lived all around the world, who was at Pearl Harbor, who raised three children and was a magical grandmother to six…

Al Sur de la Frontera

There is a certain rite of passage, a proving ground, that comes with changing countries. This one, this frontera, has…

The Mouth of Heaven

We are not quite off the map, but definitely out of the book, and well off the beaten path here in Boca del Cielo, Chiapas…

Al Norte de La Frontera

I boarded the Megabus in New Orleans just before midnight, headed for San…

The Way to Antigua

La Proxima Frontera

or Goodbye, Mexico — Bienvenidos a Guatemala