Churpa's Dispatch from San Miguel #1

By Churpa Rosa Rogers When it comes to Mexico, I tend to experience one-sided culture shock: I am shocked by my inevitable and unwilling return to the United States, but rarely shocked to find myself down south. Even if it’s been a year or more, a return to Mexico always feels as natural as slipping into a warm bath. That said, I always experience a few days of jubilation at all the tiny Mexican details that make me feel so […]

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Safety Update from Mexico City

By Churpa Rogers Flying into Mexico City always feels like descending into the coliseum. You never know what’ll be coming at you, or whether you’re a spectator or part of the show. This trip I was particularly wary, as I haven’t been to the Big Enchilada since the escalation of the drug wars. When I was a kid my parents used to take me on buying trips to the capitol. We’d hit up the labyrinthine markets for Guerrero masks, and […]

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Bimbo Bread, Abandoned Resorts, and a Revolution Betrayed

By Felisa Rosa Rogers I once had the pleasure of spending the night by a campfire, drinking mezcal on the roof of an abandoned hotel in Chamela, on the coast of Jalisco, Mexico. The rooms below were spectral, caked with bat shit, crumbling. Chunks of cement littered the stairway, and traversing it was no doubt incredibly dangerous. But I was 20, and I didn’t care, and up on the roof the sky was a vast, glittering starscape and the wind […]

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