In the wake of the earthquake in Mexico two days ago I have felt a need to do something, to be part of the human chains removing rubble, to help to people trapped and in need. There is often a hu...
https://mexicoretold.com/2017/09/21/mexico-earthquake-use-your-resources-to-provide-the-best-help/
“Hey gürera, buffalo burger, lion meat, que quieres?” I stopped for a moment wondering if what I had just heard was correct. Did I just get offered the meat of a lion in the middle of this m...
https://mexicoretold.com/2015/09/12/the-many-unusual-flavours-of-mercado-san-juan/
I first came across Matt’s blog when he posted the first installment of his 7 part blog 101 Observations of a Mexican Mega City. I really enjoyed seeing Mexico City through the eyes of someone ...
In a recent twitter chat about Mexico, I described the country as being full of magic. I had a friend staying with me in Oaxaca who said ‘there is just something about this place, it is magical...
https://mexicoretold.com/2014/04/21/locks-of-love-candados-de-amor/
I was going to write a little piece about Valentine’s day in Mexico (here it is called the Day of Love and Friendship), but I realised that these photos say it all. Enjoy! Susannah Rigg is a...
https://mexicoretold.com/2014/02/14/balloons-roses-and-huge-teddies-amor-en-mexico/
I was lucky enough to be put in touch with Louisa by a great friend of mine in the UK, who said something along the lines of “you guys both do cool things and you are both in Mexico, you should...
https://mexicoretold.com/2014/02/10/guest-blog-a-mexican-affair/
Yesterday I saw a display of faith that blew me away. I studied religious studies, in England, and in all my studies religion was found to be fading, church congregations were dwindling and the p...
Celebrating Day of the Dead in Mexico City this year, I was slightly at a loss of what to do. In Oaxaca, Day of the Dead takes over the streets and you can’t help but be swept into the spirit...
See below for English version of this blog…. Caminando por la Ciudad de México, me topé con la inconfundible obra de mi vecino Oaxaqueño, Dr. Lakra. Se trataba nada más y nada menos que de ...