San Luis Potosi to Poza Rica

After a restless night's sleep through some wild mountain passes, I awoke to a strange new countryside. Gone were the cacti forrests and sparse plains. In its place was a lush green countryside. I had my first glimpse of the sea as the sun rose over Tampico. It spoke to me from the distance. I am romantically drawn to the sea. A love affair. Captivation. Weaving back into the forrest, this lover's reunion must wait until I dip my feet in the silky shallows of Veracruz' beaches.

Hours later...
We passed by an old automobile junkyard. It was truly a unique site to behold. Before me was a massive mountain of cars. Yet the rich tropical soil provided its fruits in earnest, reflected by the massive trees that had grown through the cars. As if all fibers, both natural and man-made, had blended into an organic organism. Upon a closer look, like the rungs in a great oak tree, each level of cars wove itself together into a story of its period, like an open book revealing its secrets.

gregorio