The sights and colors of Mexico are drawing me back. This photo was taken in San Miguel de Allende, Mexico, last year at a ceremony during Semana Santa/Holy Week. Time has a way of moving on, as must I from oceans and beaches that have interspersed themselves during this last year, in addition to the glorious Rocky Mountains and Texas memories. I’ll be heading off to Guadalajara, Mexico in a few weeks, to visit family and share some memories with them. The Sunday Traveler spent almost every summer in either Guadalajara or Mexico City while growing up, bonding with family south of the border. One year, my 15th, was spent going to a Mexican school in Guadalajara to finally learn proper Spanish; those years are fondly remembered and returning after quite a few years, I look forward to seeing the changes and refreshing my memory. I know things will be very different, but I’ll look forward to seeing them through different eyes, and through the lens of my camera.
Photo above taken by my Dad in either Mexico City or Guadalajara in the 50’s. Street Photography back in the day.
The Sunday Traveler will be back again next week to share a few more oldies of Mexico, courtesy of my father who instilled the love of travel in my soul.
I happened upon the following quote recently, author unknown, but I have to think my dad might have offered this advice to me at one time when I was very young, and if he didn’t, he is now.
“Travel as much as you can, as far as you can, as long as you can. Life’s not meant to be lived in one place.”