<?xml version="1.0" encoding="iso-8859-1" ?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>washingtonpost.com - Mexico</title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/travel/archive/abroad/northamerica/mexico?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/northamerica/mexico</link><description>Mexico</description><language>en-us</language><ttl>15</ttl><image><title>washingtonpost.com</title><width>140</width><height>20</height><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com</link><url>http://media.washingtonpost.com/wp-srv/hp/image/wp_web.gif</url></image><item><title><![CDATA[In Oaxaca, It Takes Seven Villages]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A56437-2005Apr15.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/northamerica/mexico</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A56437-2005Apr15.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/northamerica/mexico</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Apr 2005 21:36:46 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[From the rocky cliffs above the town of Benito Juarez in the mountains of Mexico's Oaxaca state, I watched as the sun slipped behind the clouds, then disappeared behind the distant ridges. The night air quickly grew chilly as I hiked the half-mile back to town for dinner: fresh rainbow trout from a local trout farm, cooked with garlic, onion and cilantro, served with homemade tortillas and followed by a steaming bowl of traditional Oaxacan hot chocolate.]]></description><author> Bart Beeson</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Santa Without the Claus]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A7792-2004Dec17.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/northamerica/mexico</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A7792-2004Dec17.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/northamerica/mexico</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Apr 2005 21:36:46 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[I  arrived at my hotel in Puerto Vallarta one evening earlier this month, just as the "Mexican Fiesta" was ending. The obligatory guitarists in sombreros and fancy waist jackets were playing their last ballad. Soon, sunburned tourists headed past my chair on the pool deck carrying wads of pink cotton candy. A middle-aged woman shouted, "Let's party!" in a tone of forced gaiety, and I began to worry I'd made a bad choice of destinations.]]></description><author> Cindy Loose</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Cooking in Oaxaca]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A48420-2004Oct20.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/northamerica/mexico</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A48420-2004Oct20.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/northamerica/mexico</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Apr 2005 21:36:46 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[A cooking class in Oaxaca, Mexico, reveals the history and influences of this multifaceted cuisine.]]></description><author> Judith Weinraub</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Travels With  My Nephew]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A17908-2004Oct8.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/northamerica/mexico</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A17908-2004Oct8.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/northamerica/mexico</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Apr 2005 21:36:46 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA["I'm feeling a little nervous," volunteered my 13-year-old nephew.]]></description><author> Mary Beth Sheridan</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[In Baja, Happy Campers]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A34426-2004Jun11.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/northamerica/mexico</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A34426-2004Jun11.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/northamerica/mexico</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Apr 2005 21:36:46 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[Off the port bow, the late afternoon sea was suddenly boiling with thousands of sardines jumping out of the water.]]></description><author> Kevin Sullivan</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[I Do, You Do, They Do Baja]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A37015-2004Apr23.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/northamerica/mexico</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A37015-2004Apr23.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/northamerica/mexico</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Apr 2005 21:36:46 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[I would have traveled to the ends of the Earth for my best friend Nina's wedding.]]></description><author> Juliet Eilperin</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Bus Adventures From Puerto Vallarta]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A23349-2004Jan16.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/northamerica/mexico</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A23349-2004Jan16.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/northamerica/mexico</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Apr 2005 21:36:46 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[The bus careened around corners on a Mexican prayer and chump change, its mechanical gut rumbling with each shift. As it lumbered north, I swayed, still lost in the music of the disappearing minstrel.]]></description><author> M.L. Lyke</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Under San Miguel's Spell]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A41259-2003Nov14.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/northamerica/mexico</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A41259-2003Nov14.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/northamerica/mexico</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Apr 2005 21:36:46 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[The church bells don't ring on the hour in San Miguel de Allende. At 4:45 a.m., the clock tower struck five loud peals. At 5:15, another five. At 7:15, when I finally roused myself once and for all, the bells rang 18 times. Dong. Dong. Dong.]]></description><author> Jane Black</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Day of the Dead 101]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A47914-2003Oct31.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/northamerica/mexico</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A47914-2003Oct31.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/northamerica/mexico</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Apr 2005 21:36:46 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[<em>Don't put your skeletons back in the closet yet. Follow up Halloween with Day of the Dead, Nov. 1-2, the Mexican fete that honors the dead with a weekend that's part Monster Mash, part Midnight Mass. We scoped out some local events you can attend today, as well as south of the border fiestas for spookmeisters who want to start planning early for next year. </em>    --     Andrea Sachs]]></description><author></author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Mexican Wines: Who Knew?]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A12778-2003Oct24.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/northamerica/mexico</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A12778-2003Oct24.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/northamerica/mexico</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Apr 2005 21:36:46 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[Donald Miller pulled a glass tube from a box behind the makeshift bar, prompting the sleeping Weimaraner at his feet to raise a suspicious eyelid.]]></description><author> Laura Randall</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Beyond Cancun]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A40784-2003Feb7.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/northamerica/mexico</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A40784-2003Feb7.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/northamerica/mexico</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Apr 2005 21:36:46 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[Looking for a secluded beach? Fly to Cancun -- then leave the crowds and high-rises behind  and head south.]]></description><author> Cindy Loose</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Neverending Siesta]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A26143-2002Nov22.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/northamerica/mexico</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A26143-2002Nov22.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/northamerica/mexico</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Apr 2005 21:36:46 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[There was nothing doing down on the hacienda. A rare storm had blown in overnight, and a steady rain was pelting down on the sculptured Spanish garden just below our balcony. Bright yellow and lime-green songbirds took shelter among the purple bougainvillea. Hummingbirds rode out the storm, buzzing in the olive trees planted next to a rolling lawn big enough for Barry Bonds to roam for fly balls.]]></description><author> Kevin Sullivan and Mary Jordan</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Mexico's Little Lobster Town]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A13203-2002Jun7.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/northamerica/mexico</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A13203-2002Jun7.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/northamerica/mexico</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Apr 2005 21:36:46 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[Maybe it was hunger, or the dozens of roadside pitchmen yammering for my attention, or the hot sun searing through the windshield. But as I drove through the dusty streets of Puerto Nuevo, Mexico, it hit, and it hit hard: Crustacean Frustration.]]></description><author> Andrea Sachs</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Travel Agent Package]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A53169-2002Feb22.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/northamerica/mexico</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A53169-2002Feb22.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/northamerica/mexico</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Apr 2005 21:36:46 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA["I'll have an Orgasm, a Blue Passion and a Sex on the Beach." Big grin. "Can you handle that?"]]></description><author> K.C. Summers</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[In Mexico, Calling All Shoppers]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A3005-2001Nov9.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/northamerica/mexico</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A3005-2001Nov9.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/northamerica/mexico</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Apr 2005 21:36:46 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[Mexico, a $200 budget, a Christmas list and a challenge: Could two longtime friends who share the belief that shopping is a participatory sport successfully compete in marketplaces south of the border and return home with their holiday shopping done and no additional drafts at the money machine?]]></description><author> Susan Harb</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Change of Peso]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A3002-2001Nov9.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/northamerica/mexico</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A3002-2001Nov9.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/northamerica/mexico</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Apr 2005 21:36:46 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[In the late 1970s, a famous American politician made a pilgrimage of sorts down the two-lane, lunar-surface blacktop that connects Mexico's bustling Oaxaca City to the dusty village of Ocotlan. At the edge of the little town, he stopped at what was then a meager tin-and-cardboard house belonging to Guillermina Aguilar, one of four now-famous sisters whose ceramic pottery has made Ocotlan a magnet for folk art lovers.]]></description><author> Bruce Selcraig</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Winter in Mexico]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A1946-2001Nov9.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/northamerica/mexico</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A1946-2001Nov9.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/northamerica/mexico</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Apr 2005 21:36:46 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[Mexico's proximity and exchange rate lure U.S. travelers, but security issues remain.]]></description><author> Gary Lee</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Frequent Butterfliers]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A11899-2001Oct5.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/northamerica/mexico</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A11899-2001Oct5.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/northamerica/mexico</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Apr 2005 21:36:46 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[In early 1975, a team of researchers pushed their way up a range of peaks in southwestern Mexico, past thick clusters of oyamel and pine, where they made one of the most celebrated discoveries in modern ecology: the winter hideaway of millions of monarch butterflies. A photo from that mission shows the distinctive insects covering a woman's body like an orange and black cloak. It has hung in my home office for years, an inspiration for the kind of journey that you make once in a lifetime.]]></description><author> Gary Lee</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Where the Boys Aren't]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A7600-2001Apr26.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/northamerica/mexico</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A7600-2001Apr26.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/abroad/northamerica/mexico</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Apr 2005 21:36:46 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[It is a rare and wonderful thing to be in the middle of nowhere in a very small boat, to have no destination but the island ahead, no agenda but joy. When I rested my paddle across the cockpit of my kayak and looked over the side, I saw fish grazing on rocks through the clear water. Frigate birds sliced the sky above, sharp black silhouettes, all angles and attitude like bad boys at the prom. A string of pelicans soared low over the water, rising and falling in unison over invisible currents. There was no sight or sound of civilization anywhere.]]></description><author> Victoria McKernan</author></item></channel></rss>