It was December of 1969 that my family traveled to Mexico for Christmas. Several years earlier we had a foreign exchange student staying with us and it was his family that we were going to spend the holiday with. It was, even for a child of 7, a wonderful experience. I do however think that it is something that I could appreciate much more now. Some of the sites we saw are still so clear in my mind. We spent a day touring the Mayan ruins, another on the sandy white beaches of our hosts beach house.
I still have two souvenirs that my parents bought for me on that trip. One is a doll who has not been preserved too well but technically is still in one piece. The other is this