A series of travel illustrations inspired by the weekend I trekked across the Yucatan Peninsula with my dear friend Hanna. With us was Francisco, a taxi driver we met right smack in the middle of the Mexican highway. He drove us all the way to Chichen Itza and to almost every cenote in between, brought us to a hidden little Mayan town in which he was born, served as guide, protector and friend, and then gave us roses and little Virgins of Guadalupe for a safe journey home.
Then, Isla Mujeres. We explored the island by foot, stopping only for the heartiest of lunches, then iced coffee laced with tequila. This most beautiful, most magical island inspired an entire slew of illustrations that came to life on the plane ride back home.
The people we met in Mexico have such warmth, such soul, and because of this, remind me so much of Filipinos. Dearest Mexico, lindo y querido, I shall return.