I knew when a coati darted across my path, eyes alert and tail pencil-straight in the air, I wasn’t in the typical Riviera Maya luxury all-inclusive. Later, I spied at least a half-dozen iguanas of all sizes, some as motionless as statues and waiting for me to pass by so
Breaking the Mold: How a Blind Sculptor Found Vision in His Hands Deep in the heart of Mexico, about 25 miles south of Oaxaca City on the road to Puerto Angel, a blind sculptor is breaking one mold while carving another out of adversity. When Maestro José García lost his
Like countless other divers, my first international warm-water scuba trip was to Cozumel, Mexico. In 1961, well-known underwater explorer Jacques Cousteau spent some time in Cozumel and fell in love with Palancar Reef, putting Cozumel on the map as the place to dive. The Mexican Island of Cozumel is only
The monkeys are quiet here. So are the lemurs, the flamingos, and the crocodiles. No traffic sounds or sirens break the silence, except for an occasional bird song or lap of waves against the shore. This is not the Cancun of cruise ship passengers and shopkeepers shouting about their wares,
Why is scenic and dynamic San Miguel de Allende called “the Heart of Mexico”? The simple answer would be its place on the map — smack dab in the middle of the country, in the state of Guanajuato. But the reality is that Mexico’s metaphorical heart beats in this charming colonial city for many reasons: The country’s crucible of freedom,
By now the procedure had become routine: walk across floor pads containing a pool of disinfectant, hold our arms out to have our temperature scanned, and then hold out our hands for a squirt of hand sanitizer. Masked up and purified, we could now go shopping—keeping our distance from others, of course. San Miguel de Allende
I’ve seen many Oscar-worthy productions in my life, but perhaps the most memorable was performed by a pod of gray whales at Lopez Mateos in the Sea of Cortez.
Our bright yellow 4×4 grinds higher up into the Sierra Madre Mountains. The high peaks rise like jagged green jewels above Puerto Vallarta, Jalisco, Mexico. Under a canvas canopy cover I cling to my vinyl seat, inhale sharp mountain air and wonder about lunch.
We came to Puerto Vallarta to relax, and relax we did. A couple of lazy days dipping feet into the gentle waves of the Bay of Banderas, soaking up the warm afternoon sun at our beachfront resort, and wondering at a star filled sky after a late night garden stroll soothed our tattered nerves.
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