Long ago, the Aztecs prepared spicy sauces called "molli." They used chili peppers, tomatoes, and seeds, and served them with turkey or whatever else they had on hand. Simple, yet effective: it was spicy, warming, and impressed the gods. Then, in the 16th century, the Spanish arrived with their exotic spices (cinnamon, cloves, almonds, etc.) and their chocolate (yes, cocoa was already native to Mexico, but the Europeans "improved" it by adding sugar). Forced culinary fusion:

It's easy to be afraid when you travel. Afraid of spicy food, afraid of people who smile too much (suspicious, right?), afraid of a way of life that's nothing like our well-ordered routines. But when you open your mind – and especially your heart – everything changes. Magic. It was thanks to this openness that I met Elísabet. We had crossed paths once or twice on the street. And then, when I saw her again, she asked me to watch her bike while she ran an errand. Me, the passin

Come on, admit it. When you hear "the largest pyramid in the world," you immediately think of the Great Pyramid of Giza, the pharaohs, camels, and Indiana Jones. Well, think again! The real champion is hidden in Cholula, Mexico, disguised as a hill with a church perched on top, as if to say, "Nothing to see here, move along." Imagine the scene. In 1519, Hernán Cortés, the Spanish conquistador, lands, massacres just about everyone, burns the local temples, and, to top it all o

It's sometimes difficult to express a feeling, to share a sensation, a state of mind. Since arriving in Mexico, I've been experiencing life differently. Before leaving, I read a lot to try to understand the change, but nothing had prepared me for the reality. A reality that pleasantly surprises me every day. I think one of the biggest differences is people's smiles. A genuine, warm, welcoming smile. Time to live Here, people take their time. A traffic jam... it's a great oppo

Since my arrival, Mexico has been in full party mode. Any excuse is good enough to celebrate the joy of life. Carnival, Day of the Dead, Cinco de Mayo... In September, it was the "Beginning of the War of Independence" celebration, which lasted from 1810 to 1821, and at the end of which Mexico became independent from Spain. The Beginning of the Revolution Today is the "Beginning of the Revolution" celebration. A revolution that began on November 20, 1910, and lasted 10 years.

For the past few days, I've been relaxing in Valle de Bravo. This little town, nestled in the mountains of the Trans-Mexican Volcanic Belt, had caught my eye before I left Canada, and it was even at the very top of my list. I must confess that it hasn't disappointed me; quite the opposite. The town and its inhabitants have even surpassed all my expectations. credit: Luis Guzman Since my arrival, I love everything, I am amazed by everything. From my daily visits to the "mercad