We haphazardly flew into Mexico City after an exhausting week on fumes and with empty tanks, two wide-eyed gringos excited about the tale of Ometeotl, a festival a couple hours south of Mexico City, deep in the jungle heart of Cuernavaca. I’ve traveled Mexico extensively, but this was another experience altogether. Our new friends Kleiman, Flower, Mariano, Rene, Alejandro, Aaron, Vane, Mark, Irela, Anita, Adriana, Carol, y Vanesa… they were like spirit guides in our new world. They did not know how much we needed this.
