It's raining and I miss Mexico - it's noise, it's color, it's civility, it's age.
Some pages from when I first started my travel journal: Yucatan November 08. I don't journal much but traveling seems to bring it out in me.
It says, " the river of life"....I had just come back from witnessing a beautiful Easter procession in the town of Zinacantan......And I had been interested in exploring the egg shape..a young Mayan girl (who was selling trinkets with her brother) made the drawing on the bottom of the page and gave it to me when she was done.
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