Sometimes, Christmas is about snuggling up in a cozy place while snow falls outside and eating and drinking and spending time with extended family. Sometimes, it's about driving to Mexico.
This year, we chose the latter. After two days of driving through mountains and snow and saguaros and deserts, we landed in Alamos, in the state of Sonora. It's one of the northernmost colonial towns of Mexico, and sits where the desert and tropics collide. And, like much of Mexico, a feast for the senses. As soon as we arrived, and climbed out of the deerslayer (our car), Wendy was overcome by the scent of guavas falling from the trees. It just got better from there.
More on that later. For now, just pictures of the first couple of days, including from the opening at John Sheedy's gallery. John is working on a documentary -- the Tijuana Project -- about the Tijuana dump and the children living there. He gave the kids some cameras, and they documented their neighborhood; the Alamos gallery opening included those photos.
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