After seven months crisscrossing Mexico from north to south and east to west, we have officially decided to settle down in... Tequisquiapan! I've visited dozens of beautiful towns and pueblos. Each one captivated me in its own way and left a mark on my heart. We were searching for "the perfect place"... and they all were, in their own way, but Tequis won the gold medal. Why here? Because it is simply the Mexican version of paradise: a Pueblo Mágico with cobblestone streets li

Today is Palm Sunday, the day the Lord made his triumphant entry into Jerusalem. Mexico is a deeply Christian country, where religious holidays punctuate daily life and imbue the culture with genuine fervor. This day brings back a wave of sweet and powerful emotions: childhood memories spent with Grandma Rose. This extraordinary woman illuminated my early years with so much love and tenderness. She lived very close to me and was so much more than a grandmother: she was my ref

Mexicans don't eat corn, they WORSHIP it... for 7000 years credit: Grok The Aztec gods: “What are we going to create Man with? Clay? No, too fragile. Mud? Too dirty. A rib? Seriously… Okay, we'll make him with corn dough, it's more malleable.” And there you have it, Man was born: 60% tortilla, 40% religion. credit: Grok But masa (dough made from ground corn) doesn't just magically appear! To transform corn into edible gold, there's nixtamalization—a big word for an ancient te

The further I progress in my grand Mexican adventure, the more convinced I am that this country was tailor-made for me and that I'll eventually find a cozy little corner to settle down in. Since my arrival, I've often been asked THE question: "Why did you leave Canada to come here?" And "What are you really looking for in Mexico?" Well, the perfect place is subjective, but after traveling all over the world, and especially in Mexico, my criteria have become as refined as a go

I'm continuing my exploration of Mexico, and the more I go, the more I feel like a Mexican (my Spanish is improving rapidly: I went from "hola" to "Buenos días, señorita! Cómo va?" without much stuttering. Plus, I navigate the markets like a pro). Bacalar, my next destination, is the kind of paradise that comes straight out of a postcard. I arrive, I see the water shifting from turquoise to emerald to the deep blue of a billionaire's swimming pool, and I think to myself: "OK,

I'm leaving Coatepec (Veracruz state) very soon, so I've saved the best for last. The best? Coatepec coffee, this world-renowned nectar, to which I've succumbed every day since I arrived. Seriously, I think I've developed a serious addiction. This coffee is exceptional thanks to two magical things: the altitude (between 900 and 1,300 meters, exactly in the comfort zone of even the most temperamental Arabica plants) and the famous "chipi-chipi." No, it's not a cute little anim