The week of April 8 2013, the week of animals
I’m calling this post Semana de Animales because I’ve had more unique animal encounters this week than any other while in Sayulita. That statement speaks volumes since it’s very easy to have animal encounters here. And if one were to find oneself moving to Mexico, one would also find oneself seeing, experiencing, encountering, and talking to animals regularly, daily even. One would then find herself getting involved in situations that called for involvement…of one er…one’s self.
Starlet and Paloma’s Story
These two babies were abandoned on the beach. Leyla, part owner of Stand Up Paddle and Iguana Gardens found Starlet starving, flea infested, and sick with kennel cough (it’s going around). She scooped her up and took her home to meet her other furry family members Koa (rescued black lab) and Luna (recently adopted Sayulita-white mutt). Each day I saw them on a walk, Starlet was looking healthier and happier. Then, through a series of connections, it was discovered that these two are the siblings of another puppy. A puppy who was recently adopted out of a large litter. Neurons were fired. Disconnections were connected. The story came together.
Enter Tuck. Tuck is a funky-stylish, former San Franciscan turned Sayulitan, woman who has a house and property just around the corner from where we live. Tuck, articulate, spunky, and kind, is part of the network here that rescues, fosters, and seeks families (in the US and Mexico) to adopts dogs and cats. While this network isn’t directly related to SayulitAnimals, they work in concert with one another. More on SA in a moment.
Starlet and Paloma were part of this large litter earlier mentioned. The humans responsible for this litter could not afford to keep all the puppies. They started handing them out to others. These puppies started showing up on the beach, homeless. As is often the case here, folks take puppies for all of their adorableness but then soon realize the responsibility is greater than their capability. The “lucky” dogs of these abandoners get dropped off on the beach which is frequented daily by hundreds of people.
Starlet and Paloma were clearly happy to be reunited, and now a search is on for the other puppies in case they, too, have been abandoned.
I babysat Starlet and Paloma a couple of times. Below are the photos. And good news, they have a new home in San Diego. They will be escorted there in a couple short weeks.
Night of the Gecko – “Richard Burton’s” Story
For over a week, I’ve seen a baby gecko hanging out by our front door…gate…whatever you call that thing that acts like a door but that doesn’t really separate the outside from the inside. I’d see the little guy under the dustpan, and he’d scurry out when I picked it up. I saw him under the front mat in a crevice between stones. That time, I asked him to move, because I didn’t want him to be stepped on. I’ve seen him in and among things, mostly the empty liquor bottles by the front door/gate, hence the name “Richard Burton”. And all this time, it’s during the day. This is unusual to see geckos in daylight. Naturally, I was concerned about his health. A couple days passed, and no gecko. My spirits were raised with the notion he found a pack or a herd or whatever one calls a group of geckos and is living blissfully among his new family.
Just did a quick search online, and it looks like there is no name for a group of geckos. We have gaggle of geese, gang of Elk, Caravan of Camels, and even Charm of Hummingbirds (thanks to my friend Heidi for that one), but no name for a group of geckos. Apparently this is because geckos don’t hang out in groups in the wild. This is odd, because we hear them talking and chucking to one another throughout the night. I think I will officially name a group of geckos a Chuckle.
The other night I walked over to our little red litter aka butt-bucket to pull the signs off so that we could use it for it’s intended purpose, cleaning. I was rolling this thing around, taking off the tape for several minutes before I discovered Richard Burton was inside. Poor thing was probably all shaken up. I was worried he’d gotten himself stuck in there and quickly realized that geckos can get into and out of most situations with those awesome sticky feet. Still, I placed the bucket on its side for easier egress.
The next morning, first thing, I went to the bucket to see if he was gone. Fretting that he was sick, I had a sleepless night brainstorming what I could do to help him. He did manage to climb out of the bucket but was just inches away on the ground beneath our gate-like door thingy (suspiciously close to an empty Cointreau bottle). In daylight. I was certain there was something wrong.
Online I dug in to do some research and see if there was some way I could help him. Would water help? Should I catch some bugs for him? There, I saw it. Something about not shining a light in their eyes because it could blind them. Crap. I took a flash photo the night before. Guilt moved in like hot lava over Pompei. Fast and furious and I was all petrified. The notion that I contributed to his pain and confusion by blinding him made me feel ill. Maybe he didn’t get far from the bucket because he could no longer see. I felt terrible. Really, I should know better than to take flash photography of night-time animals. It’s the same with turtles. With most animals, really.
My research shifted to helping a blind gecko. (Scott laughs and says “Nowhere else in the world has that sentence been written”, but I happen to have discovered info on google related to assisting blind geckos). There’s an actual GeckoForum out there for people who have pet geckos. Why do people have pet geckos?
Taking a rest from the research, I went back to check on Richard Burton, and he was gone. At night I hear the geckos talking to each other and hope that he is up there on the wall somewhere — with full use of his eyes and a full belly from catching bugs. I hope he found a good Chuckle of Geckos to teach him important things like how to catch mosquitos and the importance of pooping on our toothbrushes while we sleep.
Dulce’s Story
I’m part of a writers’ group here in Sayulita. Meetings are held on Monday morning at 10:00 AM. For two hours this small group of women (yes, we decided it will remain women only) connect, read, share insight, provide feedback, and nurture one another to excel at our various crafts which range from business writing to poetry to children’s books to short stories to novels. It is the highlight of my week and every day of every week is good, which makes Monday really really good. Never thought I’d say that about Monday.
Well, last Monday, I was on my way to group walking toward the plaza. I didn’t pay much attention to the big black dog as I was deep in thought, and frankly, we see dogs walking freely here all day every day. For those of you who are concerned about that, allow me to ease your mind. Most of the dogs have homes. These dogs are usually distinguished by collars and their healthier-looking bodies. Healthy albeit dirty sometimes.
It is a curious dog culture here in Mexico. It’s not totally heinous as I once envisioned but certainly not as magnificent as I currently wish it would be. The beach dogs, for the most part, seem happy. They are running free, get some attention and food from the locals, and there is invariably a water bowl available at one of the local shops or restaurants. There is a clear social order discernible by the dogs that play together and those that avoid one another. I’m not saying any of this is okay, but it is what it is. But then there is the other side, the sadder, harsher side for dogs in Mexico. I only just learned that some dogs wear those spiked collars, because their humans want to protect them from the more vicious dogs who may be part of the dog-fighting underworld here. Not that these fighting dogs volunteer for such obscenities. Once again, a big round of applause for outrageously oblivious and vile humans. I digress, again.
On this particular Monday morning, I was being followed. A large Rotti-mix (by her very long body, I would take a guess that she has Daschund in her!). This very dirty, very gentle dog looked seriously injured. Her left shoulder blade rose several inches above her body when she walked. She looked like a hunchback. She followed me until I encountered Rebecca, a fella group member, and my (naturally gorgeous) new friend. Without a phone or a car, I was feeling quite helpless. Rebecca assuaged that by pulling out her iPhone and immediately, without one moment of hesitation, helped me and our new canine friend who I have appropriately named Dulce. After several calls, Rebecca reached Cherrie. Cherrie was in the Vagina Monologues with me and reminds me of a dear friend in Santa Cruz. Cherrie, a spry, well-put together, stunning, statuesque, senior with a mouth like a trucker, sailor, shock jock, comedian, offered to come and take us to the vet. Add to it, she’s partially deaf, so the colorful language is spoken loudly. I say this with the greatest admiration.
Standing just outside the Iguana Gardens and no place to wait for Cherrie, we walked in just as they were opening. Fatima, another natural beauty, was setting things up and offered us some comfort. She even offered to pick up some food for Dulce at the tienda across the street. Dulce didn’t accept the food or water. She plopped down at my feet for a while then found a more comfortable place inside. She didn’t move. This was worrisome to me. Clearly, she was not starving. She looked like she had too much weight on her. Filthy, she was covered in fleas and ticks. I had to brush the other flying insects away from her. She seemed accustomed to the bugs not bothering to push them away.
An hour passed and still no Cherrie. Turns out she was at LunaNet (local internet place) trying to send her taxes. She arrived with all the bells and whistles of a woman who has earned her bells and whistles. You see, Cherrie is a regular in the dog rescue scene here in Sayulita. She looked at the dog, looked at her golf cart, and we both wondered how we were going to move Dulce onto the cart. Making the executive decision to bring the vet to the dog, she tore off to get Marcio (sp) at Animal Love at the far north end of town.
For what seemed like a lifetime but was only about 45 minutes, I stepped out onto the dirt road looking for Cherrie and Marcio, and then came the crashing sound. An iguana fell out of a tree. That particular tree is an official iguana sanctuary, housing at least a dozen or more iguanas. I know they fall out of trees, but usually, as you may have read in a previous post, they shake themselves off and climb back up the tree.
But this one did not move. Seriously? Just one crisis at a time please, universe. I stood there dumbfounded and having no idea what to do. On the ground before me, an iguana. Some other passersby would not have noticed this HUGE iguana at the side of the road had I not been standing there with my mouth agape. Omar, the guy who sits around the corner and minds the chain across the road, periodically moving it so drivers can pass by (he also makes jewelry while sitting there), helped me move him out of danger’s way and into a shady spot behind the tree. I’ve never before touched an iguana. I held his tail, it was spiky. Just then, Cherrie’s golf cart pulls up. Speaking no English, and I with my poor Spanish, I sign languaged, made up some words, and essentially got the point across that I needed aid for this poor creature. The vet jumped out of the cart, scanned the iguana and said he’ll be okay but that we have to move him to the sun because his metabolism would slow in the cool shade. Add to it, we’d have to give him water. Omar and I moved him to a ledge in the sun.
Marcio goes in to check on the dog who I’ve named Dulce, because she is so very very sweet. Her vitals are good but she may have been be in a lot of pain. He gave her a shot, an anesthetic. He charged me 170 pesos or the equivalent of $13.60 US for the consult and the shot (yes, really – and for a “house” call). I gave him 200 pesos since I didn’t have change and because I convinced him to take her for the night until I figured out what to do.
I went home, grabbed my camera and went back downtown to photograph Iggy (the iguana) and Dulce. Iggy seemed too hot in the sun despite the fact Adrian and Omar were drizzling water on him. Omar and I took off to the local tiendita to buy some cabbage and fruit for him. Looking at the other iguanas, I noticed that they were not in direct sun. We moved him again to a shady-sunny spot behind the gate of Iguana Gardens and fenced in by the basura bins for security and safety from humans and dogs. I then took the trek out to Animal Love, the vet that is guarding Dulce. She was in a crate and not very responsive. Sadness. I told them I would return the next day and see if SayulitAnimals could help since they are closed on Mondays.
I posted on Sayulita People (our Facebook page) some photos and an inquiry about Dulce. Apparently there are a few places in town that feed Dulce, which could explain her weight. But know one knew if she had a home.
First thing Tuesday morning, I called Tami at SayulitAnimals. She knew exactly which dog I was describing. The place where Dulce lives is with a family in her hood. Dulce and several other dogs live out on the street outside the home of this family. Dulce was hit by a taxi two months ago. Tami continued to check in asking the family if they were treating her. They continued to put her off. Then Tami started seeing Dulce at the plaza, which is quite a distance from that particular neighborhood. Was the family trying to dump her?
She suggested I come down there at 10:00 to discuss Dulce’s situation. I first stopped by Animal Love to check in on Dulce. She was in a bigger crate that had more ventilation. She seemed to have more energy, and had eaten a little. She got out of the crate and came to me. Then walked to the door whimpering a little. I wonder.
Is being sick and free better than being caged and well?
SayulitAnimals is just around the corner and down the street a bit from Animal Love. Tami is cool. She speaks perfect Spanish. She was in the back tending to the three dogs when I arrived. Standing in their office, looking at the Wall of Fame, the dogs they rescued and turned from starving, mange-covered and dying animals into beautiful, healthy, well-fed companions, I felt very grateful for this organization here in Sayulita. Tami was very clear that they are not a shelter but a medical facility – mostly spay and neutering. She got hold of Marcio, the vet, who suggested that I take Dulce to Puerto Vallarta to see a man named Wolf to get a 200 peso X-ray. $16.00 X-ray = good. A trip to Puerto Vallarta with no car = bad. UGH. How will I arrange this? I was walking away deep in thought about a solution when Tami called me back in.
Marcio called back and said they gave a pain test to Dulce and that she has no pain. The injury has healed, so the pain has diminished. Only, the injury has healed improperly hence the deformation. So, Dulce could then get a bath (yesterday I was told no bath as she was in too much pain). I asked Tami to ask them to give her a bath, flea and tick medication, and necessary vaccinations. She suggested I request a “disquenta” since Dulce is not my dog and I am volunteering my help. I walked BACK to Animal Love and spoke with Sandra. Well, I tried to speak with Sandra. Spanglish. Marcio was checking a very cute pit puppy that I’ve seen in town. Fortunately, this older man and his (presumably) adult son cared enough to get the puppy checked out. I heard them asking about something and Marcio was explaining the dog had pulgas, fleas. Anyway, I paid up – 400 pesos for all the treatment. They offered to do the bath for free. $32.00 US dollars for all that. Vet care in Mexico is incredibly reasonable.
But Dulce’s problems are not over. Because SayulitAnimals only serves homeless dogs, Dulce’s humans would be called that day. Later, Tami contacted me. Dulce’s humans came to pick her up. Because they are unable to give her the proper care, they are open to Dulce going to another, a better home. I didn’t get to see her post-bath beauty. Tami said she looked great. Hopefully she felt better too. I also heard that upon returning “home”, Dulce was greeted by some other dogs who live at that property. Apparently, they were very happy to see one another. Licking, barking, jumping. She even wagged her tail and let the little dogs jump up on her head.
Dulce needs a good home!
Three words that describe Dulce: Mellow, Gentle, Loving
Dulce is about five years old. She’s slow, because her injury prevents her from walking well. Fortunately she is not in pain. She is also overweight and needs some exercise – slow walking. Loyal, gentle, and slightly shut down are words I would use to describe her. She had engorged ticks on her, so she will likely need antibiotics for erlichia. But mostly, I think she just needs love.
Iggy’s Story
After some research, I’ve determined Iggy is a male. His orange color could signify that he is a male preparing to procreate. Males get themselves all pretty to attract that special someone. He wasn’t eating his treats.
A friend of mine, Amy, told me a friend of hers, Ishmael, that the large Iguanas (you know when you see them, because they look like baby Argentinosaurs‘ with punk rocker spikes and big ole wattles) are called Garrabos here in Sayulita and possibly other places of Mexico as well.
Some of Iggy’s story I intermixed with Dulce’s above. What I didn’t mention is how thin he looked. We could see his ribs. Maybe this is normal for an iguna? I returned a couple of times to check in on Iggy. By Tuesday afternoon, he was not moving. Still breathing. Slowly. I gently caressed him and sent him some peaceful energy. Wednesday, I found out he died shortly after I left. Heartbreak. Sometimes the circle of life sucks – especially that particular part of it.
He is the third iguana that has fallen and died within the past few weeks. No one knows if these deceased iguanas fell out of the trees because they’re ill or if the fall is killing them.
Rest in peace, Iggy.
Nika’s Story
Three words that describe Nika:
Curious, Eager, (very very) Sweet, and Loyal (okay, that’s four or six words…)
From SayulitAnimals: Nika and her sister were found neglected, starving and in need of medical aid. Nika is the larger and more outgoing pup of the two. She is very sweet and loves to play on the beach with other dogs. Nika is going to be a medium sized dog and is already potty trained.
I was able to spend some time with Nika while photographing her. Aye Dios mio! What a pleasure she is, and a very smart girl! All she wanted was some attention and a little love from me. In return, she is eager, delightful, and affectionate. She has high energy, but then again, she’s only about 1 year old. I think she will fare well with a high-energy family that gives her a lot of exercise.
UPDATE: Nika’s been adopted in the Bay Area of San Francisco!
Luna’s Story
Sara, founder of SayulitAnimals, and animal lover extraordinaire, found Luna one night last August. It was a full moon. Sara was just driving back from Sayulita (she lives outside of town). There, in her driveway, she saw something black. Upon closer inspection, she found a very sick dog.
I immediately took food out of my car (I always keep dog food in the back), put some kibbles in my hand and slowly carefully approached the dog. He was careful, didn’t trust me at first and it took him a while to decide what to do. Finally he came up to me and started eating out of my hand. I put some more food in a bowl and put it on the ground away from the highway. I looked at him closely, it was a bright night and it broke my heart. I saw his jaw looked weird, I saw he was limping from his hind leg, I saw his fur was rough, I saw he was dripping wet as it had rained just before, I saw he was painfully thin……..overall he was the worst I have seen. He ate and let me touch him.
Sara couldn’t take this dog inside. She has a pack of four already, and one was aggressive, potentially causing problems for this vulnerable boy. Carefully, she tried to put him in her car for safe keeping until the morning upon which time she could take him to the vet. He did not like the car and tried to jump out. She took him out and put him in a safer place near her home. She told him to stay there until the morning.
Going inside her home, she instantly discovered thousands of maggots clinging to her. Maggots that came off of this wretched dog. She jumped into the shower fully dressed and cringing at the thought of this sick dog, this dog who was too sick to scratch at his maggot-covered body.
Sadly, the next day, he was no where to be found. But the morning after, there he was. She hurried him over to the vet, and the bath the two of them gave him made her ill.
Now, nearly one year later, Luna who is about 10 years old and has no front teeth, a fractured leg or hip that healed without help, and erlichia (the local tick-borne disease), is in dire need of a home.
Luna then…
Sara took these photos the day she rescued Luna. Warning: They are heart-wrenching.
Luna now…
From SayulitAnimals:
Luna is finally up for adoption. He has been at the clinic under extensive medical care since August 30th. He was found abandoned, emaciated, covered in open sores and maggots. He is missing most of his teeth and had a broken jaw and fractured femur that are now healed. He walks with a cute limp and his tongue hangs out a bit. After all of the suffering he has endured Luna is in very HIGH spirits. He is looking for a family (without kids) that can give him lots of love and yummy food in his golden years. Oh, and once he knows where he belongs to, he is an excellent watch dog.
Three words that describe Luna: Mature, Affectionate, Survivor
Maya’s Story
Scott and I had the joy of playing with Maya when we returned to SayuliAnimals together to retake some photos of the pooches. Maya is about 8 years old and while I’m way overusing the word ‘sweet’ she is all sweetness. From what I hear Muttville, Senior Dog Rescue in San Francisco, is considering taking her. I hope they do. She deserves to be in a safe, comfortable, home with lots of love. Nearly toothless, this girl has clearly had a difficult life, and all she wants to do is LOVE.
UPDATE: Maya was adopted by Muttville!
Pimienta’s Story
On Thursday, I was walking to Raphaella’s to get a pedicure and haircut (both of which cost a total of 270 pesos or $22 US). But before I arrived and not even one block away, I encountered yet another injured pooch. Her hind leg looked seriously injured if not broken. This girl was hanging out at a local restaurant where she was being provided food and water. They took her in but were unable to afford the vet care she needed. With lesions, dirt, and very mangy fur, I couldn’t let this one go. Confident she wasn’t going anywhere, I told them I would be back after my appointment. Karina, the owner of Raphaella’s, was very touched by this story. Another woman in the salon, Janice, donated 140 pesos toward her vet car, and Karina set out with me to help translate and possibly carry this little girl to the vet. We got there only to discover someone else picked her up. Relief and incredulity set in. Did someone really fetch her between the time I stopped by and now?
I parted ways with Karina and set out to Animal Love. She wasn’t there. I walked around the corner and down the street to SayulitAnimals feeling both despair and hope that I’d find her there. I did. And now she is safe and receiving care.
Pimienta was hit by a car probably two years ago. NO ONE did anything to help her. She has humans in her life. This, to me, is incomprehensible. There are resources in this pueblo to help humans help domestic animals. How is it that folks don’t reach out? Pride? Ignorance? WHAT is it?!
Scott and I returned on Friday. I with camera in tow, took photos of the dogs there in an effort to help folks see their adorable faces, fall in love with them and adopt them.
Saturday I discovered that Pimienta walked out of the kennel. Guys who were working on the roof left the door open. Crap.
This just in from Sara at SayulitAnimals:
Well, Pimienta probably went straight back to her family who live at Calle Coral. The people have lots and lots of dogs and they just don’t really want her anymore. So as soon as a foster is found we will get her back. It’s so hard to find people to foster -even people with back yards. She just needs to be in a safe place that’s all. It’s kinda easy to foster a dog that doesn’t need to be walked. She also sleeps a lot………she’s an old lady!
Pimienta needs a good home!
Besides some minor medical bills (supposedly there’s nothing that can be done now about her leg, which I find difficult to believe), Pimienta will be a very easy companion. I envision her with a low-energy companion who will spend gentle time with her. All she really needs is a safe home, love, and the basics – food, water, routine vet visits, and the periodic bath. She needs someone to believe in her, someone who can help her see that there is more to life than hardship.
Three words that describe Pimienta: Quiet, Defeated, Gentle
Update: Pimienta found a wonderful foster home and was well fed and cared for. Sadly, she died of complications relating to years of poor health. Her last several months were golden. RIP serious girl.
SayulitAnimal Kitties
On Friday there were two new mothers and their kittens rescued and brought to SayulitAnimals. One Mama and baby were too nervous to be photographed. She had her three babies hidden behind the food bowl in her crate. One was peering over it watching us, and the other two were sleeping in a hug position. Below, you’ll see a Mama who was totally chill about photos. Her babies were nursing. If no one adopts these families, they will be given the necessary medical attention and then sent back out to the beach.
Neighborhood Kitties
The following two neighborhood cats have homes and seem cared for. They don’t, however, like one another.The dark gray one is clearly the alpha and maybe even a witch.
I lost sleep worrying about these animals. My hope now is that out of all the wonderful, amazing, awesome people I know, someone will share this information and help find sanctuary for these babies (the old and young ones) who need a loving place to call home.
Sayulitanimals has offered a free spay/neuter program since their doors opened, but the economy keeps changing and that is affecting their ability to give this amazing service to the town of Sayulita. They take this program very seriously and have always used the highest quality equipment including the anesthesia, sutures, and aftercare. Refusing to give less than the very best to the dogs and cats of Sayulita, they’ve chosen to apply a small fee for future surgeries.
The program is still offered to every Saturday to anyone who makes an appointment, but now there will be a minimum donation of 50 pesos for cats, puppies and very small dogs, and 75 pesos for all the other dogs. This is still extremely low and by far less than any other vet clinic in the area. Please understand the need to keep quality service over free service and continue to bring in your pets or street animals to help stop the cycle of unwanted animals in our streets.
For more information on SayulitAnimals or to offer a much needed and much appreciated donation, please click here.
While SayulitAnimals is working for their 501C3, don’t be surprised if your donation goes to the founder’s name: Sara Briner. Incidentally, Sara works gratis (even though I think she deserves to earn money for her efforts), so your donation is directly given to helping the animals.
The average dog is a nicer person than the average person.
~Andy Rooney
A dog is the only thing on earth that loves you more than you love yourself.
~Josh Billings
Dogs are our link to paradise. They don’t know evil or jealousy or discontent. To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring–it was peace.
~Milan Kundera
All his life he tried to be a good person. Many times, however, he failed.
For after all, he was only human. He wasn’t a dog.
~Charles M. Schulz
As seen on a bumper sticker in Santa Cruz:
Lord, help me to be the person my dog thinks I am.
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This is Mexico Post #12, to see the other Mexico posts, click click click away
Mexico Post #1, Me and My Trimalleolar go to Mexico with my Husband and our Pooch
Mexico Post #2, Dos Americanos y Su Perro en Mexico
Mexico Post #3, Feliz Ano Nuevo 2013
Mexico Post #4, Ballenas, Ballenas Hermosas
Mexico Post #5, Una Visita Morelia
Mexico Post #6, Mariposas Monarcas!
Mexico Post #7, Los Pueblos de Patzcuaro, Paracho, y Tzintzuntzan
Mexico Post #8, La pintoresca ciudad de San Miguel de Allende
Mexico Post #9, Guanajuato, Guanajuato
Mexico Post #10, Back to Sayulita and Jaime Visits!
Mexico Post #11, Semana Santa y Semana Pasqua
Mexico Post #12, Semana de Animales
Mexico Post #13, Semana de Amigos y Amigas
Mexico Post #14, Frida y Diego
Mexico Post #15, Adiós Sayulita
Mexico Post #16, Living and Grinning in San Miguel de Allende
Mexico Post #17, Puddle Jumping in San Miguel de Allende
Mexico Post #18, Guanajuato International Film Festival
Mexico Post #19, Ciudad de Mexico/Mexico City: Colonia Condesa, Colonia Coyoacán, y La Casa Azul
Mexico Post #20, Ciudad de Mexico/Mexico City: Chapultapec y Centro Historico
Mexico Post #21, Ciudad de Mexico/Mexico City: Museo Nacional de Antropologia y Templo Mayor
Mexico Post #22, Living the Dream in San Miguel de Allende
Mexico Post #23, Viva la Independencia!
Mexico Post #24, Adios San Miguel
Mexico Post #25, Valle de Bravo y Teploztlán
Mexico Post #26, Ciudad de Oaxaca
Mexico Post #27, 50 Shades of Green: On the road from Oaxaca to Chiapas
Mexico Post #28, San Cristóbal de las Casas
Mexico Post #29, Almost Halloween Ed.: Dark Mountains, Foggy Cliffs, Witches, Jungles & Shamans
Mexico Post #30, Veracruz, Tampico y Estados Unidos