Those of you who follow the blog regularly know that the stories of our travels are told chronologically. Thus, I have more posts to come about our time in Mexico, to be followed by tales from Guatemala and Cuba. Meanwhile,

What I’m juiced about right now:

are the people of San Cristobal de las Casas in the Mexican state of Chiapas. I sat on the curb of the street leading to the market and watched the world go by, fascinated by the many different trajes, or traditional outfits, of the women. This photo essay is the result. The big black lettering said NO MANCHES, MONSANTO. I can’t find a translation for the word manches.































We leave tomorrow for two weeks in Cuba. Internet there is slow and erratic. I may not be online much. I’ll catch up with everyone after we get back to Vancouver March 1st.

ETA: Thanks to the link provided by bkcitta I now know that “no manches” is a Mexican colloquialism for “no way!”

 

Next post: the Grande Fiesta de Enero at Chiapa de Corzo – a festival as only the Mexicans do them – crowds, colour, parades, masks, men in drag, women in dresses to die for, rainbow serapes, and wigs that look like toilet brushes.






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