Mountain mermaids (Drive Day 39 minus 14 years)

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San Cristobal de las Casas, Mexico

It is our last day in Chiapas. I’ve now witnessed candled egg massages and chicken blessings, encountered angry machete mobs and listened to drum circle dredheads under exploding fireworks but somehow this 16th century carving throws me. As readers of my first memoir know, I’m secretly a mermaid. I love finding a sister in stone, but why did the Spaniards create her so high in the mountains, literally a fish(ish) out of water? They must have felt as out of place among the native cultures as I do.

Follow this bonus-material blog and ride along on a one-year road trip that inspired the memoir The Drive: Searching for Lost Memories on the Pan American Highway. On sale now. Get yours through the buy-the-book links at the bottom of the landing page on my teresabrucebooks.com website or here or here. Like The Drive’s Facebook page and tweet back at me @writerteresa.

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