Today we hopped on the local bus for $33 pesos ($1.50) and ventured down to the Pueblo Magico of Sayulita. We already had visions in our heads of what this charming little beach town was supposed to feel and look like from seeing blogs and friends’ pictures, as well as a certain show about bachelors and roses on ABC. (Oh…
There were parts of Lo de Marcos which sent us back exactly a year ago to our experience in Arambol, India. Although it lacked the hippie vibe, whimsical piggies, ambling street cows, and the scooters had been replaced by golf carts, it offered gift-giving roosters, overflowing palms, dirt roads and a wonderful taste of life in an authentic Mexican beach…
We probably never would have landed in Guadalajara if our housesit hadn’t taken us there. As many know, we often try to steer clear of cities in favor of more tranquil, picturesque and these days, less COVID-y locations. But we were happy to have an excuse to hit the ground to explore Mexico’s second biggest city. From our housesit in…
Tequila. The national drink of Mexico, has its birthplace in the state of Jalisco in, where else but the town of....Tequila. The town, it seems, came first. The name Tequila, translates to, “the place of cut feet” in acknowledgement of the shards of obsidian glass that litter the landscape in this part of Mexico. But in fact, this national drink…
When we mentioned we were going to Guadalajara, everyone who had ever traveled here emphatically mentioned “you have to check out Tlaquepaque!” We were delighted when we realized our housesit was conveniently located in this adjoining independent city (not just a neighborhood) of Guadalajara. San Pedro Tlaquepaque (pronounced Tla-Kay-Pok-Eh) is not only fun to say, but incredibly interesting to visit…
After a seven-month mandatory "COVID-stop" in the States to buy a rental property and see family after a 22-month hiatus, we were thrilled to be back on the road again, and just in time to escape the winter sludge with a free one-way ticket to Mexico. (Thank you house expenses and credit cards!) Like in May, we were traveling “during…
As we exited the bustling cities and zippy drivers, the second half of our New England road trip definitely rolled into a more pleasurable pace. In fact, it felt like every time we slowed our speedometer to 25 mph, we would roll into another small town draped in quintessential charm oozing vibes of the UK, blended with a delicious and…
Our New England road trip was two weeks long and an absolute whirlwind. Certainly not anywhere on the spectrum of our typical “slow travel” preferences. It took us to 12 states, many of which were Greg's firsts, and allowed Mandy to get her official membership to the 50-stataterian club as she checked off Vermont. It took us to prestigious Ivy…
