One of our stops in Mexico was to the BotanicGarden, Cosmovitral. I loved the shapes of the cactus combined with the stained glass and the beauty of a young woman celebrating her special day. Source: Cosmovitral, cactus and inspiration.
One of our stops in Mexico was to the BotanicGarden, Cosmovitral. I loved the shapes of the cactus combined with the stained glass and the beauty of a young woman celebrating her special day.
After writing my travel tips up on Facebook, I was asked for photos. So now I have time to share.
Words and images of a day in a small Mexican village.
I decided just to add the photos of the tools of the artists I have visited. Everything is beautiful, from a bucket of bolts to a piece of metal hanging in a turquoise
wall. I hope these images are an inspiration for you,
I put on another jacket today. One of a tour escort, so this morning was spent going over the paperwork and checking, checking and double checking the paperwork. I was still tired but forced myself to go out and walk… I’m very familiar with this area of Mexico City and it was wonderful to loose myself in the mysteries of a busy Sunday afternoon. I watched ballet on a big screen, wandered through small markets in the park and just observed the throng of people.
I write this in the bus as we drive to the Doha coffee plantation.
8 ladies in the bus.
I’ve been up since 3.30, catching up on paperwork… mainly for the next trip to Mexico. I’m sure that will be another adventure indeed.
There are lots of Japanese and Korean tourists on big pink buses that snake in a line down the freeways. One could say a caterpillar of tourists.
Our visit to the city yesterday was just like being in any largish city, our plan was to look at Texture, but when we managed to get our guide to take us to the ‘alternative’ part of town, we found delicious bakeries, a fabric shop, a market to buy Mola embroideries… and our day was complete.
I woke with anticipation in the morning and a just a slight concern about the uncertain. I hadn’t traveled on Jetblue before, I’ve never been to Costa Rica and I was unsure of the timing of the events of the day. But you just let the events slide over you and the inevitable happens. The day proceeds like a thread through fabric, weaving and blending all the events to make one.
One of my secrets for sanity and health safety is that sometimes in hotel rooms with a past, I carry a silk sleeping cocoon that also covers the pillow… yep, I had to bring it out today.
I also carry my own quilt! sigh, Pamela.