Five days in Merida
The bus rolled into Merida about 6:30 p.m. on a Wednesday. I had spent the last two weeks in Playa del Carmen (I had planned on two days). I knew nothing about where I was going, except for the fact that I knew I had always wanted to go there.
Once again the siren call of Mexico’s cities proved stronger than my itinerary, and what was meant to be a two-day stint quickly turned into five, because when you finally discover Merida you won’t ever want to leave.Read more