Quick trips: Mexico
How integral is food to Mexico City’s culture? My taxi driver from the airport offered me a plate of her chicken tinga tacos. From a covered platter she kept inside her cab. She didn’t try to sell them to me. She wanted to give them to me, to welcome me with a taste of her native Mexico City. And maybe to show off a little for the food writer.
A pint-sized dish of cevichocho, served on the street in Otavalo, sparked an aha! moment that caught me unawares.
There’s a disarming glow along the walls of the Atlantis resort casino, and it might mystify even the most veteran gamblers as they weigh the merits of splitting those sixes against the dealer’s five.
Legend has it that Sir Francis Drake regularly anchored in Magens Bay with its spectacular white-sand beaches.
Music, mountains and the beach give the Marvelous City its unique style.
Tranquil bays, untrammeled forests, and beaches where my footprints are the first of the day — the Caribbean I treasure is one of solitude and escape.
“Care to kiss the ground?”
Scuba diving and boating are two of life’s greatest pleasures, but together they amount to a disastrous cocktail of seasickness and diesel fume asphyxiation for me. Once below the surface, the rough seas and engine smells don’t even seem to exist as I sink to the ocean floor, entranced by the aqua world around me. But heading to and from the reefs is always a torment when it comes to enjoying my otherwise hedonistic hobbies.
The water taxi revved its outboard motors, spitting the scent of gasoline into the tropical air, then took off, headed from Belize City to San Pedro Town on Ambergris Caye, 35 miles away. Onboard, airplane-weary tourists, commuting locals, boxes destined for island businesses — and my wife and I with our luggage — crowded on wooden benches for the hour-plus trip.
World Cup visitors, welcome to Brazil, land of soccer, sun and sky-high prices.
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