Light breaks over the ocean the sky becomes brilliantly pink     the sun oozes towards heaven scattering glitter across the sea.     Pelicans guard the rock islands beside their fishermen counterparts     couples power walk down the shore while the yogis open their...

  In the beginning Isla Holbox was a place just for the birds.     The pink flamingos daintily bathed in the crystalline water.     The pelicans dove in head first emerging triumphantly with the catch of the day.     The sea eagles called their warning across a...

  I departed the bus as the sun came up from an overnight journey from the beach     to the mountaintop town above all the mist curious what San Cristobal would teach.     First it was the cold that woke me right up I shivered in my romper and sandals     at that...

  I blew a big kiss to Oaxaca City, my host     and boarded the van headed straight for the coast.     Past tiny quaint villages through the mountains we wove     I began speaking openly with the local who drove.     We spoke of the stars of the changing Earth and...

  Down through the desert from Mexico City over the mountains from the coast full of hippies     in between the narrow cobbled streets where a clash of cowboys and artists meet     charming and darling Oaxaca will wait for those who come knocking at her bugambilia...