Well, it was wild down in Mexico. From the Caribbean to the Pacific — through cacti and volcanoes, along goat trails, dodging bazooka shots in a village clash — all the way to the lagoon of seven colors on the Belize border.

We swam with crocodiles without knowing it, and rode in the back of a pick-up with a local cocaine dealer.

Jacaranda bloomed in Mexico City, and the Pacific with its humpback whales still colors our dreams from time to time.