I have always been afraid of Mexico City and never wanted to visit.  Just as my preconceived notions of Africa paralyzed me my first time there, I somehow envisioned “CDMX” to be a monstrously wide basin so smoggy that it’s dangerous to breathe, so teeming with druglords and pickpockets that leaving the hotel would be…

After the food scarcity of Cuba, Mexican cuisine was an explosion of senses.  From the phallic frivolity of street food like the photo above (filled with cream cheese and nutella), to the sophisticated fusion of traditional and modern cuisine of the Yucatan, our final two stops in Mexico were a constant culinary cacophony from market…

After the “boring” beaches of Bacalar, it was time for Ricky to get his small town fix.  A deliciously long, slow local bus crawled us to the Mayan town of Tekax, supposedly one of Mexico’s “magical towns” that has been developed to showcase its unique beauty and culture for tourists.  Beautiful and cultured it was…

The photos I shared from the flower market for Mother’s Day only told half the story – the other side had a bounty of fresh, local, mostly-healthy foods, many of which I actually recognized.  I haven’t yet found my writing mojo since landing back in Minnesota, but please enjoy another visual walk through this Mexican…

I’m bored.  Lying under a palm tree beside the famous 7-coloured lagoon in Bacalar, Mexico, a few hours inland from Cancun.  Sucking on the fresh slice of pineapple garnishing my virgin mojito, waiters in crisp white shirts conjuring fresh shrimp ceviche and fish tempura.   Clear water just cool enough to be refreshing on this 90…

Mothers Day used to mean a walk down to Fleugers Nursery to buy a few pretty potted plants.  But nothing in that annual ritual compares to a visit to Mercado Jamaica – the flower market in Mexico City that never sleeps (or at least, never closes). Now that I’ve finished my 3-part Cuba series (see…