The taxi drive to Ixtapan de la Sal from the capital was memorable. See, I had spent most of my life in upper middle class California. Private school. Summers splashing in my pool with my brother, sister, and friends. I didn’t know how good I had it.
Until that drive to Ixtapan. The 2 hour (?) drive was dotted with pueblos filled with the poorest people I had ever seen. Poor people in tiny villages and huge churches.