New Year's was a nice change from the typical party-all-night in the streets to which I'd been accustomed in the States. It was more of a family affair. We all ate dinner together (pozole! yummmmm) and when midnight struck we drank a tiny bit of wine and ate 12 grapes. That's not to say that we didn't party all night, because we did, but it was all at home with cousins and aunts and uncles and brothers of all ages. At around 6am we were too tired to salsa dance anymore and went to bed.
It's been cold in Mexico. January and February are always cold months throughout Mexico but this year was much colder than usual. Even when we tried to escape the weather by going to Cuernavaca, normally much warmer than the city, we found grey skies and cold rain. Eck.
Our first few weeks we spent relaxing in and out of the city. I sought out foods I had missed: quesadillas, gorditas, tlacoyos, licuados, tacos...Aaahhh, so delicious and so abundant.
We also made a trip to the Caves of Cacahuamilpa, enormous caves in the state of Guerrero, just across the border of the state of Morelos. The guide told terrible jokes and led us deep under the ground, where she assured us that if an earthquake were to take place we would be safe.
