Trying to eggsplain why Mexicans are better.

Trying to eggsplain why Mexicans are better.

Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone It’s not warm when she’s away Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone And she’s always gone too long Anytime she goes away (with credit to the wonderful Bill Withers) For the last few weeks...
Finalmente, I’ve met my molinero.

Finalmente, I’ve met my molinero.

Ten years I searched. Ten years of unfulfillment. Ten years of going home alone. Ten years all in vain. From one mercado to another. Up hills and down hills. In taxis and on buses. Around corners and down alleys. In San Miguel de Allende and out of San Miguel de...
To market, to market, to eat a fat pig.

To market, to market, to eat a fat pig.

“Mexico is in its markets.” – Pablo Neruda. I think Mexico City is a world class city. And I mean really world class. Up there with Paris and London and Florence and Barcelona and New York and Kyoto and Istanbul. In one way, Mexico City is even better than...