The strongest (and most unpleasant) memory for this always-barefoot girl, is the multitude of pictures taken against (and smack in the middle of) a cactus-filled landscape. Thus began my enmity towards all things spiney.
Fast-forward several decades, and here I am, slow-traveling in the Southwest. Desert. Land of the Cacti.
Sigh. Perhaps it's time to dig up that old grudge and re-evaluate.
So... first, let's examine the pretty ones
Then a strange-but-not-too-scary one
Don't get too close!
Dang! Let's show some appreciation...
Ready for spiney, but small...
Be careful of the cute and fuzzy looking ones - they're actually pretty aggressive
How 'bout a hug?
(I think I still prefer the dead ones)
By the way, other Mexican memories from a 7-year-old include:
- My own suitcase!
- Playing Cinco Loco
- Spicy corn-on-the-cob from street vendors
- Sleeper train to Mexico City
- Pulling my sister's tooth
- Running downstairs to find out how to say "pretty" in Spanish, dashing back up, pointing at a giant vase, and saying "bonita"
- Owl pendants
- Brilliant blue and gold poncho
- Ham and cheese quesadillas, from a restaurant that had just shut down their kitchen when a hungry, road-weary family showed up
- Colorful skirts
- Spelling "Hoo-lee-a" (that would properly be "Julia")
- Sleeping on the roof
- VW stew
- Sweet bread from the street market
- Crossing into The Tropics
- Suitcases flying off the roof
- Big sister saving me from the nasty "plant" :-)