The more time I spend in Veracruz the more I like it; it’s beginning to feel very familiar…in a good way.
It’s hot, often humid, tropical…in a word…sultry.
It was the spot where Hernán Cortez embarked on what turned out to be one of the greatest adventures and conquests in modern history. Well, actually, that spot is about 30 minutes north of the city of Veracruz across the highway from the Totonac ruins at Quiahuiztlán. Stand on the beach there and you can still see the rocky islet where Cortez – who had left Cuban illegally and without permission from the Spanish Crown – ordered his ships stripped of supplies and burned. Thus began the conquest of the pre-Colombian empires…marooned on the shores of a seductive tropical beach.
Barbara, Suzanne and I had no such illusions. The only thing we were interested in conquering was breakfast, so off we headed…
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