By the time you read this, I’ll be far, far away, basking on a beach in Baja. Okay, maybe more like baking on a beach… But I love Mexico in the summer. The air so crazy hot you feel your skin melting into the sweat that drips from your temples and permanently moistens the creases in your elbows. When there really is nothing else to do but wait in your hammock for a skin-diver to emerge from the water carrying the octopus you’ll eat for dinner. To me, Mexico means thick, handmade corn tortillas; fresh mangoes served with rock salt; ice-cold Coronas you somehow can drink like water and never get a headache; and color.
I can’t get enough of the rich, saturated hues of Mexican architecture. We decided to splurge on three nights at a fancy hotel in Loreto based almost entirely on the fact that it had walls the color of sangria. Well, that and the glass-bottomed pool on the roof, which casts the most amazing light into the colonial-style foyer. How cool is that? (I’ll give you a full report upon my return…)
With all this vacation planning, I’ve had Mexico on the mind for the last few weeks. Lucky for me, thumbing through gorgeous illustrated books is just another day on the job here at Chronicle.
Once I got started, I was hooked: Mexicolor, Mexicasa, Mexicocina, In a Mexican Garden, Mexican Textiles, Hecho en México, Mexican Calendar Girls, Cine Mexicano… My desk looks like a piñata filled with books exploded above it. (Sorry, you’re not getting a photo of that embarrassment.)
Where I’m going (at least for the first half of the trip) there’s no phone, let alone Internet. But don’t worry, I’ll send a postcard.
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