Through the Looking Glass

A recommended trip outside Mexico City, especially during the week when the crowds aren't part of the scene. It was a perfect location to talk of books, or anything for that matter--as in Carroll's own "Looking Glass," of shoes and ships and sealing wax, and cabbages and kings.

Patricio and I moved into our first house right after Thanksgiving, 2005. His cousin, Pepe Torrijos, among other knowedgeable and skilled friends and family, helped us transform it into our cozy home over the course of the autumn months. Here are a few photos of chez Uribe, on the northern edge of Mexico City. The neighborhood is called Los Manantiales," or "the springs," and compared with many urban neighborhoods, it's quiet and slow, and almost everyone knows and looks out for each other. It's a wonderful place to begin our life together.

Fifteen photos can't really show the wonderfulness of our wedding, but here they are, nevertheless, to provide a glimpse into the fun we had, beginning on the evening of Thursday, December 29, 2005.

There's no place like home! A brief, visual tour of some sights in Nicolas Romero. As with all albums, you can click on the captioned thumbnail photos to view an enlarged version.

My previous conception of fireworks exploded in Tultepec, the remaining bits forming a newer, brighter and far more expansive idea of what pyrotechnics can be. These photos spark bright memories for me, and the imagination of anyone who tries filling in the unphotographed blanks.

Fifteen tiny glimpses into the five days we spent close to sand, salt and sun. Weekdays in late May were the perfect ones to be there; the beaches were almost lonely. Just the way we like it.

Small windows into the garden at the ranch in Cahuacan.

Arriving more than two hours before the game began, we managed to snag a table and settle in for a sports-induced emotional roller coaster ride.

Our first foray into carne asada as a couple, we spent a late Friday afternoon firing up the brand new anafre and white-hot parrilla. Countless tacos and a baked potato later, all we could do was sit and bask in our grill-out glory.