Mostly photographs of my journey from San Juan Del Sur, Nicaragua, to Progreso, Mexico.

The freeway from the Mexican frontera.

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 wonderful hostess in San Cristóbal de Las Casas.




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.

The stairwell in the home of my hosts in San Cristóbal—the only area they did not repaint when they purchased the home.







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.


This is the upstairs terrace and upstairs living area:





And more of the view from the terrace:





This is a view of most of the inner areas of the house:




And the upstairs terrace:





Some more photographs from Chamula and Zinacantán

The magical Catholic/Mayan church in Chamula:





This is the very accurate sundial outside the church:





And I took this photo because of the enormous heads of cabbage!






This is the church in Zinacantán which lost its tower.





Here is the rubble from the fallen masonry:





These are the folks who usually take care of the church:   





Nearby: a workshop/store where clothing and other items are hand-made, also a local liqueur with different flavors, and a room where you can fill your own freshly made tacos for a donation.








Traditional costumes for men and women: each set unique to the specific town they’re from.





And a wedding outfit:

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.




And for my French Canadian friends, in the heart of Chiapas state, Mexico: Yes, you can get poutine!!





These are some shots of the museum, restaurant, and stately Colonial home Na Bolom:




















The founders.



This place also has amazing gardens:












And now a stroll around town:



























People in the park where the piece of the building came down.









Another side of the park:





Another steep street:





And some final shots of pretty buildings:








And now some photographs of the drive from San Cristobál to Progreso.
















And here I was trying so hard to get a shot of a sign that said “Progreso” so I could document that I had arrived!! If you squint, you can see it!

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