As a quick update, I am in Quetzaltenango, Guatemala. I passed the navidad in San Cristobal de las Casas, still in Mexico. In San Cristobal, I stayed in a little house that was quite nice for 45 pesos (about $4.5 US). However, they had a little puppy that kept coming into my room and peeing on my things. The unfortunate thing is that I can't tell exactly what has been urinated upon and what is still untouched, due to everything having a bit of funky smell. But that is neither here nor there...
My hidden Mexico begins in the small town of Anguangeo, in the state of Michoacan: Imagine a butterfly. Now imagine millions of them together at the same time. The most impressionable thing is the noise that all their little butterfly wings make when fluttering in virtual unison. The Monarchs migrate to Michoacan to winter every year from Canada and the United States, and it is truly a sight to behold.
From Angangueo we head to Xilitla (Hee-lee-tla), a small town in the rainforest in the state of San Luis Potosi. Sir Edward James, a millionaire Englishman with connections to royalty came to Xilitla in the 1930's to construct a surreal concrete sculpture garden. He spent over five million dollars and 50 years building the edifices, some of which are over 80 feet tall. The likes of Aldoux Huxley and Salvador Dali were his friends, and their influence can be definitely seen: Concrete on acid.
We end hidden Mexico on the beach in Zipolite, in the southern state of Oaxaca. It is dangerous--the name itself means "killing beach" in the indigineous language (Zapotecan, I think). Up until a few years ago, two people per week would drown due to the strong rip tides. Now, however, things are under control, and it has become a favorite of budget travelers. It is also a clothing optional beach: The Mexican lifeguards are all men, and I wonder if the death rate of males has remained steady while drownings of naked females has been considerably reduced?
bye y'all, catch you at the next sunset,