We found our happy place in a beach town called Zipolite. Now we're not saying that the combination of nudity and delicious French pastries is what we're into...or are we?

We arrived in Guanajuato City to find hills of beautifully colored buildings. Another far-off place we had read about was now our temporary home.

Mezcal - The curious and smokey cousin of Tequila with a worm in the bottle that will make you halucinate, and is more effective than Viagra.

Somehow setting up camp in the town center, taking showers at a nearby pescaderia, and sharing meals and drinks on the sidewalk, seemed acceptable.

Mainland Mexico is big and we had plans to meander down the coast, drive to its center, return to the western coast, and finally loop-de-loop to the far-east corner where we would cross into Belize.

While sharing beers with the orange delivery trucker on the ferry to Mazatlán I felt weird. Not weird because it’s kinda odd to drink with a trucker on a cargo ship headed for Sinaloa, Mexico. Weird because my stomach was about to send me on a night to remember.