The first time was a jaunt south of the San Diego border a few months after Hondo for an afternoon of street tacos, cantinas and Mariachi bands singing rancheros. Less than a year later, my then fiancee, now bride, and I drove down Baja as far as Loreto, camping along the way during Semana Santa. A little over a year later, we were back, honeymooning our way with backpacks and nearly a month of days to explore Chiapas, Oaxaca and the D.F.
We went back again in 2012, conducting research and enjoying the traveler’s life as much as possible while not working. Mountains, coasts, deserts, rainforests, ancient history, cuisine, languages, and artistic wonder, to say the least.
The world needs Mexico. As do I.