Imagine a perfect summer day. A gentle wind washes over you as the sun beams down from a cobalt sky. All around you a stunning mountain panorama unfolds—rocky peaks and emerald valleys, soaring pine trees and cold, babbling brooks.
The real Mexico is not on the coast. It’s deeper. It’s in the rodeo ring, at the tequila bar, on the haciendas. It’s horses and cowboys, gastronomy and pottery, warm friends and cool rivers, dusty pick-up trucks and bumpy dirt roads. These things are the real Mexico.