I arrived in Benito Juarez by foot. The second-class bus had dropped me at a fork in a curvy road with nothing in sight. Yet, I was not only relieved, I was overjoyed. The tightly-enclosed space, sharp turns, and lack of air flow had nauseated me. When the bus driver yelled “Benito Juarez,” I squirmed out of the sea of stagnant sweaty bodies.The tonic of fresh mountain air rushed over me. I strolled up the winding road that was covered with leaves the size of my open hand and a cacophony of colorful flowers. Pine trees mixed with enormous agave cactus.
