¡Viva la Revoluciòn!

We made it to Chiapas yesterday (after a trip to Texas for Meg's grandmother's funeral--more about that in a couple days after we've collected our thoughts a bit). We didn't really know much about Chiapas except that some dude in ski masks were running amok here a few years ago and it's on the road from Oaxaca to Guatemala. But after 30 hours in San Cristobal de las Casas, we gotta say: Chiapas is flippin' sweet! It's got all the pretty colors and colonial cobblestone streets you could hope for, but it's high enough in the mountains that the Mexican heat and mosquitos seem to have evacuated to the Yucatan. There's vegetarian restaurants every few blocks and churros on the corner. There's pot-smoking hippies carrying guitars down the street. And there are Israelis everywhere. This is a good thing for two reasons: 1)if there are Israelis travelling somewhere, it's gotta be cool, and 2) it makes it easier to find restaurants with hummus.

As for the Zapatistas? Well, to be honest, we're not totally sure. We haven't come across any dudes in ski masks yet, but we did buy a ski mask-clad yarn-doll of Sub-Commandante Marcos. For only 1 dollar! Viva las socialist revolutions and the low prices they bring!

--rahul