So here I am back in New Mexico, land of enchantment (state bird: roadrunner; state cookie: biscochito), and I'm sitting in a cafe in Albuquerque using the wireless Internet, and I hear some guys next to me chatting.
Tag: montreal
Mmmm, Montreal
Now I'm _really_ back. Echoing my May itinerary, I did a full North American tour in a week, swapping my bag of sweaty tank tops and sandals for leather pants and a wool sweater and heading up north to Montreal.
Cancun, land of giants
After a couple of weeks in the interior of the Yucatan, where everyone comes up to my shoulder, Cancun was a bit of a shock. Enormous people everywhere, strolling hand in hand, necking on the beach, clambering on and off buses.
Glad to be back
Stereotypes (if speaking French really counts as a stereotype) were confirmed on my first visit to fair Canada. As with Mexico, except without quite so much delight, I wondered why it had taken me more than 30 years to visit a country that is so close.