If you ever find yourself in the mountains of Guerrero during a village festival, don’t be alarmed if you see a man in a jaguar mask leaping at another dressed as a farmer swinging a whip. You haven’t stumbled into a surreal jungle nightmare — you’ve entered the world of the Tlacololeros.
If someone blindfolded you, spun you around, and dropped you into the heart of Old Quebec, you’d swear you were in some corner of Europe — perhaps France. But surprise: you're standing in the only fortified city north of Mexico, nestled along the St. Lawrence River in Canada. Welcome to Quebec City, where cobblestone streets whisper old stories, and castle-like hotels pierce the sky.
Imagine this: you're standing in a quiet plaza in the steamy town of Papantla, Veracruz. The scent of sweet tamales drifts through the air. A tall pole—nearly 30 meters high—rises above the trees. Flutes start to play, slow and haunting. And then… men begin to fly.