After all that whining about the Riviera Maya, you might suspect that I dragged myself with a long face through the Yucatan for five weeks. Couldn’t be further from the truth. Even though we only discovered a small piece of Mexico, it left us craving to see more of this land of cacti and cartels, mescal and peyote, Maya and Aztec, spicy candies and delicious food, Frida Kahlo and pint-sized, moustachioed guys with funny sombreros playing mariachi. After the lament, the eulogy. These are the reasons why we adore the Yucatan peninsula.
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