Zocalo | Hole In The Donut Cultural Travel
Hole In The Donut Cultural Travel

I pressed my nose to the bus window as we rolled into Merida, one of the places in Mexico that I had yearned to see for years. My brow furrowed in...

I hopped in a taxi at the bus station and asked the driver to take me to the Zocalo. “Perdon?” he replied.  Thinking he hadn’t heard me I repeated my request,...

Somehow the man in the Chihuahua park knew I was easy prey. From a distance he slouched against a hand cart and looked me over. His first pass was casual, just...

Although I had been assured that it was not difficult to find last minute accommodations during Mexico’s Cinco de Mayo holiday, upon arriving in Veracruz I was informed that every single...