A Spanish language joke from an unknown publication in translation reads: You know you are getting old when you get up in the morning with a hangover, and you did nothing the night before to cause it.
This story and many like it revive memories of visits, even minor explorations, to the neighbor to the south.
Sometime in the summer of one of the 1960s I flew on Trans-Texas Airways from Harlingen, TX to Veracruz, Mexico. It was a two-engine craft, probably a Convair, not a DC 3.
Three days later a bus took me to Campeche where along with others I witnessed a policeman beat up a man for some unspecified offense. The rest of the onlookers and I managed to avoid a similar fate. This was the only instance of police brutality I witnessed in Mexico at any time.
A day or so later a bus took me to the province of Yucatan and its capital, Mérida, the original destination of the trip. It is truly a memorable experience to visit the awesome ruins of the Mayas and their forebears. In subsequent years there were visits to this area and many others in the country.
Visitors like to tour famous places. Sometimes, inadvertently, they happen upon places not widely known which provide unexpected satisfaction and the thrill of discovery.
