MEXICO 2026

When I welcomed our group to Mexico City in January, I felt it immediately — this wasn’t going to be just another tour. It was going to be a shared experience, one filled with discovery, culture, and deep connection.

Our journey through Central Mexico — Mexico City, San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, Oaxaca, and Puebla  — unfolded like layers of history revealing themselves one step at a time.

In Mexico City, we stood in the Zócalo where ancient Tenochtitlan once thrived. At Teotihuacán, walking the Avenue of the Dead between the Pyramid of the Sun and the Pyramid of the Moon, I watched our group fall silent. Not because there were no words — but because some places speak directly to the heart. You can feel the sacredness there. The wind, the scale, the history beneath your feet.

One of my favorite moments was in Xochimilco, floating through the canals on colorful boats. We had a Deaf oarsman guiding us, signing stories as we drifted past mariachis and families celebrating life. Laughter echoed across the water. In that moment, accessibility wasn’t an accommodation — it was simply natural.

Coyoacán brought us inside Frida Kahlo’s Casa Azul. Standing in her studio, surrounded by her brushes and vibrant walls, we reflected on resilience. Frida transformed pain into art. Many in our group connected deeply with her story.

Oaxaca added another layer — mezcal tastings, rich mole flavors, Monte Albán’s mountaintop ruins, and learning Mexican Sign Language alongside local Deaf guides. Watching conversations unfold across cultures reminded me why we travel: not just to see, but to understand.

By the time we reached Puebla and returned to Mexico City for our farewell dinner, we were no longer just travelers. We were a community.  Lastly, we watched the massive Mexican flag wave in the Zócalo, I could see it in everyone’s eyes — gratitude.

Gratitude for new friendships.  Gratitude for shared language.  Gratitude for stepping into history together. —Ronise