Or at least as lame as I thought. In general ruins are just that — ruins. they don’t hold any kind of real draw after you see four or five or six of “most important pre-Colombian archeological sites in...
Juan Villoro’s Conferencia de la Lluvia
Who would writer Juan Villoro invite to dinner if he could choose anyone? Cervantes, for starters (“Cause he seems like a decent guy”) and Wittgenstein, the Austrian philosopher (“Not many people know who he is”) and John Lennon (“to...
Eating on the Street: Tours with Eat Mexico
I’ve long maintained that part of Mexico’s essence is eating on the street. This morning I thought I’d join some out-of-towners for a street food extravaganza with a company called Eat Mexico that offers tours in Mexico City and...
Lucha Libre vs. WWF
I think I may have surprised (and frightened) my girlfriend over the weekend with the vast knowledge I have about professional wrestling. After almost six years living in Mexico and a little over a year in Mexico City, last...
Silence Fell on the Metro
Today was my first ride on the Mexico City metro since the start of the new year. From the moment I stepped on something felt out of sync. It was the quiet — all the vendors (at least on...
The Faces of Argentina
We met Néstor building his father’s tomb. So high up in the valley that the wind whipped around the cemetery’s tombstones and crept under our collars. A chill emanated from the mountainside and the dilapidated headstones covered in silk...
The great salt lick: Las Salinas Grandes
I guess I expected the salt flats to look cleaner. Like a blanket of snow, except crunchy. What I found was a tire crushed lake bottom with crystal-blue long, rectangular pools cut into it. The salt here is being...