Thankful

Mum-and-I

A short one today. My Mum’s time in Mexico is coming to an end and I’m so grateful for the amazing time we’ve had. She has become a local in these parts as I knew she would, making friends and connections independent of me which just reminds me of what a wonderful person she is – positive, happy and generous. Our time has been made even better by my friend Lisa and her Mom, Diane. Lisa lives here and her … Keep reading…

Freedom to dream

freedom

Serendipity led us to Isla Mujeres. Back in early October, my friend Shelly suggested we join her for a trip she was planning to the island in November. “Yes, my Mum will be here then!” I’d replied, excited by the prospect of discovering another new place with her. I took on accommodation duty, because, well, I’m a control freak and trawling through hotel and apartment listings is a weird obsession of mine. I was about to give up and book … Keep reading…

The most horrible place in the world

isla mujeres water

Note from Sarah: The following post was written in a light-hearted way, a toungue-in-cheek account of this obviously gorgeous place. They say sarcasm is the lowest form of humour, and they may be right – so I apologize to anyone who took the following words literally and somehow missed the photos… Please consider this a service from me to you. I know I’m always saying, “This place is amaaaaaazing!” and “You must go here! And there!” but I really need … Keep reading…

A landslide, a reunion and a Fandango (continued)

El-fandango-close

In case you missed it, read Part One here. A Fandango That evening, I broached the subject of making the journey to the old town of Santa Maria Huatulco carefully with my Mum. My Day of the Dead obsession had taken us over 2,000 KM across the country already, Mum had gotten sick in Oaxaca city and we were all exhausted, so getting in the car again for another drive up the mountain seemed like a big ask. Of course, … Keep reading…

A landslide, a reunion and a Fandango

Huatulco reunion

It was time to leave Oaxaca city. Against the better advice of our host Martha, who suggested we take the route from whence we came, we headed over the Sierra Madre mountains toward Puerto Escondido. We knew better, we really did, but sometimes the stubbornness of not wanting to backtrack overrides sense. A new adventure, however uncertain, is always more alluring to us than the road we’ve traveled before. A Landslide It started out beautifully. We followed the valley through … Keep reading…

Finding home in Oaxaca City

Oaxaca-kitchen

Sometimes you stay in a place that leaves an impression. When you travel on a budget as we do, these places are few and far between. We’ve often remembered places for their supreme discomfort rather than the opposite, so as someone who has champagne taste on a beer budget (wink, wink), I’m always on the lookout for good value, comfy digs. If they have an extra touch, an attention to detail or a cute design, I’m happy as Larry (with … Keep reading…

Coming alive to celebrate the dead in Oaxaca

mum and me

I’ve been very aware of death this year – it’s been all around me in the form of people I love losing people they love, and though these losses haven’t been mine to grieve, I have. Which is one of the reasons I really wanted to be amongst the festivities for Dia de los Muertos, the Day of the Dead, this year. I’d heard Oaxaca was the place to experience this celebration, and so we drove 2,000 KM across the … Keep reading…

And then, I really lost my shit…

truck stop

It was the final hours of our almost-5000 KM journey around Mexico. We’d had our fair share of highs, a few lows; pretty much your stock-standard adventure. I mean, it was kinda cool getting stopped in a roadblock back in Chiapas, the Zapatista heartland. But on day twelve in our home state of Quintana Roo? With less than 200 KM to go? On our last day, when we had overcome (literally) an eleven hour climb over the Sierra Madre mountains … Keep reading…