I’ve been in Guadalajara (Mexico’s second biggest city) for a week and a day, immersed in Spanish with the multiple and multiplying family of my Montreal Spanish tutor. I’m trying to push the limits of my knowledge of the language … Continue reading →
I knew I was in Mexico the minute I crossed the border. It was as if the U.S. had dug this river, the Rio Grande, to keep the Third World out. Paint and plaster peeled off the walls of the … Continue reading →
I’ve been on the bus for two days and two nights from New York, and looking forward to a real bed and a shower tonight in Austin TX before heading into Mexico. Even now I’m not sorry I went by … Continue reading →
