Mexico

After 11 wonderful weeks, we Globetrottergirls are finally moving on from Mexico. On the bus on our way to Belize, we were already reminiscing about our time here, and came up with 33 things we love about Mexico…

These cenotes are reached by riding on horse drawn carts (note: not carriages, these were far from romantic) on centuries’ old train tracks through the jungle. This sounded just quirky enough to recapture that magical feeling we were looking for on our visit to Merida .

The Zocalo in Merida is home to several shoe shine men and boys, as are most central parks or squares throughout Mexico and Central America. We stopped to talk to him because of that adorable (and very pregant!) black cat.

While we were staying at the beach house, we had many little geckos that were hanging out there with us – including this one, our personal favorite!

The German car company Volkswagen produced its famous Beetle in Puebla, Mexico, from 1967 until 2003, where it held its classic 50s look until the very end. The Beetle reached cult status in Mexico and can be seen everywhere.

We visited 10 countries this year, and we fell in love with a lot of the places we visited. Which cities made it into our top five favorite destinations of 2012?

The sleepy colonial town in the center of the Yucatan peninsula has a classic, authentic feel, the kind of place which is somehow still devoid of major tourism despite its proximity to the Mayan ruins of Chichen Itza and several beautiful cenotes.

Celebrations start every year on 15 September when the President of Mexico rings the bell at the National Palace in Mexico City, waves the Mexican flag and shouts ¡Viva Mexico! from the balcony of the palace to the crowds in the Plaza de la Constitución (the Zócalo).

In today’s guest post, Sam of Leztravelforlife.com shares what it was like for her and her wife Courtney to travel around Mexico as a lesbian couple. Originally from South Carolina, …

Two shiny new Ford transporter vans stop along the side of a white cement road and nearly 30 passengers pile out and reformulate into the small groups everyone came with. Dani and I stand off to the side and observe with some shock the other tourists in the group. A group of Brazilians (both female and male) in tank-tops, short-shorts and movie-star sunglasses and several girls in short-ish skirts. Before you start thinking Dani and I to be very prude (standing there in our long pants, closed toe shoes and jackets), we should explain that our tour was taking place in traditional Mayan villages outside of San Cristobal de las Casas, Mexico. The agency had mentioned that we should wear appropriate clothes out of respect to the villagers – advice apparently very few of us chose to heed.