Valladolid – Whisky in my Pocket

Day 6: Valladolid and Ek Balam

by KirkDecember 30, 2018June 2, 2026

As seems to be the case most mornings, I was up well before Marie and Caitlin and while they slept, I headed down to Calle …

Mexico Day 5: Valladolid

by KirkDecember 29, 2018June 2, 2026

I rolled out of bed earlier than Caitlin and Marie and tried to slip out as quietly as I could (not easy on tiled floors …

Mexico Day 4: Puerto Morelos – ValladolidMexico

by KirkDecember 28, 2018June 2, 2026

Marie and Caitlin got up early enough this morning to take part in the rooftop yoga class they’d missed earlier in the week while I …

We’re off to Mexico

by KirkDecember 20, 2018June 2, 2026

We’ve never travelled at Christmas (other than to visit our parents of course). We’ve actually never really seriously wanted to. But for some reason, Marie …

"Benedicto: May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds. May your rivers flow without end, meandering through pastoral valleys tinkling with bells, past temples and castles and poets towers into a dark primeval forest where tigers belch and monkeys howl, through miasmal and mysterious swamps and down into a desert of red rock, blue mesas, domes and pinnacles and grottos of endless stone, and down again into a deep vast ancient unknown chasm where bars of sunlight blaze on profiled cliffs, where deer walk across the white sand beaches, where storms come and go as lightning clangs upon the high crags, where something strange and more beautiful and more full of wonder than your deepest dreams waits for you -- beyond that next turning of the canyon walls.”
Edward Abbey