Mostly photographs of my journey from San Juan Del Sur, Nicaragua, to Progreso, Mexico.
It struck me, after crossing the border, that Mexico might be a very bossy country: there are lots and lots of road signs telling drivers what to do, and not do, like “If you drink, don’t drive”, “Watch your speed”, etc., etc.
This was where we were when the earthquake happened.
My other gracious host, and a view of San Cris that kinda explains why I don’t think I could live there (well, that, and it’s cold there, especially at night!)
Mostly photographs of places on my journey from San Juan Del Sur, Nicaragua, to Progreso, Mexico.
Here are some photos of lovely buildings in San Cristóbal and some nearby towns.
This is the downstairs courtyard of the home:
This is the living room. We did actually have a fire in the fireplace one evening. It was lovely.
Some more photographs from Chamula and Zinacantán
One of the things I loved about San Cristobál was the mix of Mayan, other Mexican culture(s) and residents and tourists from all over the world. This is part of what drew me back to Mexico from my memories of it many years ago—the beauty of the indigenous cultures intermingled with 21st century everyday life: women in traditional costumes talking on cell phones, peoples whose way of living hasn’t changed for centuries taking on modern life and finding ways to benefit from the beauty of their traditional crafts and cuisine.
Here is a family having an afternoon out at a café, as we were, on a pedestrian-only street. The little girl is watching a group of musicians playing on the street.
Another side of the park: