Archive for the ‘Alaska to Argentina’ Category

Bereft of moolah after our fender-bender incident, we still moved ahead with plans as usual. We drove to Agua Azul, not thinking that there might be an entrance fee.

When we arrived at the gate, and saw the cost was $35 pesos each, we became disheartened. All that was left to our name, at least in pesos, was about $90.

We were about to turn around, when the gatekeeper said, “Just pay us the $35 for one and we’ll let you all in.”

Gratefully we accepted, and drove into the village complex that surrounded this massive jewel-colored river with it’s impressive series of resplendent waterfalls. Read more →

So, I have a problem.

There are so many funny, fascinating, terrible, incredible experiences that happen to us, nearly on a daily basis, that I could write a book.

But I can’t write a book everyday. It takes too long. And it’s too much for you to read.

I have so much I want to tell, and I have a difficult time deciding what to share, and what to cut out.

Do I tell about the fender-bender, and resultant fear and frustration? Or the waterfall and river after, and the consequential peace and acceptance of what life brings? Read more →

(Yes, yes, I know Christmas has passed…I’m trying to catch up).

“You’ve got to visit Chiapas, it’s a beautiful state,” we were told by a local resident of Mexico City, while in Valle del Bravo, Mexico.

So we went. Read more →

Since we’d left Alaska in April, we’d been searching for it. As we cruised through Canada, explored the Western coast of the U.S. and the beaches of California, always we searched for it, but it seemed to elude us.

We found some in Utah, a little bit in Arizona (though not as much as we would have liked). Even Northern and Central Mexico, though temperate and pleasant, lacked it once the sun went down.

We were searching for warmer weather. Since leaving India in May of 2010, then spending a chilly summer and a cold winter in Alaska, we’d been searching for a place where we could sleep comfortably at night with only one, or zero, blankets on. Read more →

Sunshine follows the storm, and happy times follow unpleasant ones. We’d had an irksome time in Oaxaca city, but a quickly repentant husband soon turned it around.

The evening found us outside the city of El Tule, in a remote camping spot, serendipitously prepared for us, as they seem to be every night. Read more →

I don’t know why, but Greg just started the day in a funk. (Oh wait, I do know why…it’s because we’d planned to record more videos for our course, and I’d forgotten to charge the video camera.)

It’s pretty rare for him, really. He’s the ‘look on the bright-side’ sort of guy who usually has to deal with my moods.

But today, he was just bothered. Bothered with the traffic, the streets, no parking. He didn’t want to stop at the market. He didn’t want to stop for food we pointed out (it was breakfast time and we were all hungry). Read more →

There’s something special about Monte Alban. It took some effort to get there from the city of Oaxaca, mainly because the taxi drivers decided to hold a strike the day we drove into town.

While waiting for the light to turn green so we could make our turn, we watched the policia close the road to Monte Alban.

After several detours and some serious traffic, we finally made our way to the road which winds up the hillside to the city which sits like a crown on the crest. Read more →

Cholula is home to the biggest pyramid in Mesoamercia. Not only that, but on top of that pyramid (mostly in ruin and overgrown, making it look like a giant hill) is built a very large and ornate cathedral.

Cholula also has it’s own voladores, who do a very impressive performance everyday at noon.

We visited Cholula and saw the pyramid and the voladores, but I don’t have pictures of either of them. All I have is a picture of this very nice family. Read more →