My first adventure to Mexico I was a young teen and no sooner had I stepped off the plane, along with my family from Seattle, I was greeted by warm smiles and a blanket of humidity that felt just the way a Mexican sarape looks. Vibrant yet peaceful, heavy in tradition and artistry. By my family’s second trip two years later I knew on some level (and certainly hoped) I was starting the process of coming and going to this second home of mine. I have since been to 18 or so of the 31 great United States of Mexico for vacations and extended stays to cities on the west coast, Puerto Vallarta and Sayulita, and inland to amazing colonial towns of the central highland region, favorites being Guanajuato and Guadalajara. As I return now in August 2016, I will go live and work among sweet Mayan faces, ruins all around with supermalls butting up against them, tacos de everything and a kaleidoscope of colors all around. Join me as I further explore this magical land.
I could not do this adventure without all the love and support from my family and amazing friends. This is dedicated to my brother, Antony. I hear your nudge of “go for it” every day.