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... stone. Friezes on banquettes showed soldiers marching in procession. Apparently there is lots of evidence of self-sacrifice here; people would have given their own blood to the gods. Nearby, is a building focussed on death, featuring rows of stone skulls on its exterior. Inside the museum's modern buildings, we walked amongst tens of thousands of artefacts celebrating the Templo Mayor, the epicentre of a mighty city in the middle of a lake. Many offerings were found on the ...
... his medical residency at several hospitals in the U.S. Dr. Gilberto fully supported the type of birth I wanted and was there to help me have it and ensure that the baby and I were healthy through all of it. He told me before I gave birth that he would be with me the entire time regardless of how much time I needed. It was very reassuring to ...
We had a late start and headed for the floating gardens at Xochimico (So-Chi-Me-cho). It's quite a long way on the underground and the at the end of the line of the light rail and gives you a good idea at just how big Mexico City is. Dany asked for prices and the guy wanted 350 pesos each to go on the boat for 2 hours. We decided that was too much and found another guy and after negotiations we got a 2 hour ...
... control of the TV in the lounge so manage to see The Blacklist and an episode of Friends while Hinesh works on his photos in the room.
Mexico play Camaroon tomorrow and we plan on heading out to the zocalo again to experience the atmosphere.
Day 6: we meet an American traveller and chat to her over breakfast. She's here on a project to develop some off the beaten track tours. We tell her about Sierre Norte in Oaxaca and the community project there. She is a nice ...
... can't believe I've never seen that movie until now). Suddenly, 14 hours was over and we were in Dallas making the last leg to Mexico. As we were landing, I couldn't help but muse at the stewardess's hesitation when she looked at Mario and contemplated whether to give him the immigration card in Spanish or English. "Yew don't speak Spanish, do yew?" "Ah no. No I don't..." While guffawing quietly to myself, I turned and looked out the window and was immediately ...