Growing up in California I have always loved going to Mexico. Sometimes we would drive the three hours south to Baja or we would often catch a cheap flight there. When I was pregnant with Gigi I took a trip with Richard down to the Yucatan, an area between Belize and Cancun. We took a side trip into the interior where we visited an old colonial town called Vallodolid. We were the only tourists there probably and that suited me just fine. The 16th century town square was magical and at night boys and girls met there for ice cream after attending the Ash Wednesday Mass at the old Cathedral on the square. During the day Mayan women from nearby villages occupied the storefronts along the square selling their Huipil blouses and dresses.