Mexico – Week 1

Que Pasa Mundo?!

I never would’ve have thought that with absolutely no plans or schedule that I would not have any time either – but such has been the case on my travels.  I’ve been on the road for 19 days (I think?) and this is the first moment that I have been 100% alone.  I have so much to catch you up with and I’m excited to share it with you!  In my head I’ve been trying to figure out a balance as to how I’m going to accomplish this with quality work, but also keeping you informed.

My journey began in Cancun and within minutes I was friends with a Scotish, a Mexican, and later met a Brit. I spent the day wandering non-touristy Cancun and the next day at the beach. It was a great assimilation into the Mexican culture before heading to ‘true’ Mexico.

After 48 hours in Cancun, I was ready to take off and I asked Harrison if he wanted to join me to Valladolid – two hours inland. After a quick google search, he was in. We wandered through town and Harrison ran into a guy he flew from England with in the main square of town. Quite a small world, but I’ve learned to grow accustomed to this, as it has continually happened over these past three weeks.

In the hostel that night, we met three Swedes and planned to visit Chichen Itza with them the next day. En route in our collectivo – a van taxi which picks up people on the road and stops where ever you would like along a route – we passed by a Mexican cleaning the hedges with his machete which I asked him for his photo and he responded (as has become the norm when we’re off the beaten path) “GRIIIIIIIIIINGOS!!!”

The six of us got a tour once inside Chichen Itza – learned all about the Mayans and wandered throughout the expansive city.

I bought a little kerchief from this lovely local

After awhile of shops, Harrison and I stopped with this lovely local selling things, and she happened to have tequilla….or so we thought. We took a picture with her and walked away to take our shots and then found out that it was simply dyed water. Lesson learned – even the most innocent looking people you have to be wary of.

It was a long day in the heat and far too expensive for my liking. The day ended up being $90USD, triple what I’ve been spending on other days throughout the trip.

After a long evening of another Day of the Dead celebration with everyone in the hostel, the Swedes, and the Brits, we called it a night – never would I have guessed what the next day had in store for me….