Category Archives: Maya Calle
Mary Lavoi, the Voodoo Queen Inside French Quarter Catholicism and the St. Louis Cathedral are votive candles. As well as a woman. A full black woman, proud of her pedigree. White muslin dress. Shiny brass bangles. Red ribbon tied tightly … Continue reading
I bicycled across the Yucatan peninsula! Coast to coast, can we all please join together on a chorus of “We are the Champions”?
Fotos de Merida.
Rode 120km today. A short story called “The Secret Life of Walter Mitty” tells of a man, Walter Mitty, who is the hero of his daydreams. In his dreams, he saves lives, barrels into dangerous situations without the least bit … Continue reading
There are few actions as satisfactory as singing in the rain. Old songs proved the right medicine for rain riding, and it was with Bob Dylan´s Tangled Up in Blue on my lips and some ad hoc poetry of my … Continue reading
I rode 110 kilometers today, climbed the stairs of a Mayan temple, and am now sightseeing in Valladolid — the breakfast doughnut is long gone.
Many thanks to you all for visiting my site! WordPress´ statistical page showed that I had 89 unique visitors on the 9th of July — I am glad that people find this interesting. 🙂 In return for all the interest, … Continue reading