Valladolid was hard to leave, but I needed and wanted to shed the car that seems both useful and a hindrance. Once again I entered the cuota highway, but this time with a purpose. I had to get to Mérida in a hurry to make the rental deadline, and with almost no cars on the expensive route, I could go fast. Think autobahn. Read the rest of this entry »

Thoroughly enjoying Valladolid my first evening there, with live music as part of a Oaxaca festival filling the small square in front of the hostel, I decided to stay a second night. Read the rest of this entry »

Today I sent Corey towards Alaska, and yesterday we bid farewell to Nico. The transition to solo traveler has begun, and it began with me regretting that I sent the Yucatan guide book back with Corey. Read the rest of this entry »

One of my goals for the eleven days in Yucatan with the boys was adventure beyond sitting on beaches. I had read about an enormous Mayan ruin site deep in the tropical forest, Calakmul, which had only been discovered in the 1980s. It did not diminish the allure to also read about the incredible bird diversity in the huge biosphere reserve encompassing the site. Read the rest of this entry »

The balcony shakes slightly from the throbbing bass of the music that fills the plaza. We are in the  Hostel Zocalo on the central plaza of Mérida. Read the rest of this entry »