Essays · March 25, 2025

There are three faces to Mérida— one carved in stone, one kept in memory, and one still playing out in the streets. And all three versions layer neatly on top of each other…

Postcards · March 22, 2025

It was late when we wandered into the cathedral. The lights were already dimming, the crowd thinning. Our plan was to return later, but the week didn’t cooperate. But what we got was unforgettable…

Postcards · March 14, 2025

We signed up for a small group tour to Celestún mostly because the timing worked and the weather looked decent. Also, I was promised flamingos…