One car. Seven days. 900 miles. No itinerary.
Those were the only constraints -- those and no command of Spanish -- during a trip to the Yucatan peninsula last February with my wife and another couple. Our goal was to land in Cancun, get a car and drive far from the tourist masses.
We knew that in the Yucatan, you could round the corner in a city and get smacked in the nose by the sweet citrus scent of fresh oranges. Or listen to the rhythmic chop, chop, chop of vendors butchering chickens and fish in a crowded market. Or marvel at the intricate carvings and engineerings of Mayan ruins. To experience that, we also knew, it was best to leave the popular beaches behind.
We rented a Nissan Tsuru sedan with four good tires, air conditioning and little else in the way of amenities. The plan: Book a room outside of Cancun for the first night, then head west the next day. The towns we discovered along the way, with languid old squares and lumbering donkeys, made us feel like we'd truly arrived in Mexico.
Getting out
Mérida: The largest city in the Yucatan, Mérida has culture, art and no shortage of events. All you need do is walk through the streets, poke your head into the many artisan shops and museums or grab a drink at a bar overlooking the main square. Get outside of the bustling central city and try the chilibul and pork belly tacos at Wayan'e, a world-class taco stand.
Izamal: We followed the sun to the "Yellow City" of Izamal, about 40 miles east of Mérida, and found the place awash in goldenrod paint. The Convento de San Antonio de Padua, built atop a Mayan temple in the mid-1500s, looms over the city center. You can stroll the grounds and building anytime, but at night, a light and sound show lends drama. A few Mayan archaeological sites are in the city and easily explored. The Hotel Macan Che, a few blocks from downtown, is a relaxing oasis, with manicured tropical gardens, stone-bottom pool and clean rooms.
Santa Elena: The rusty sign stopped us in our tracks: Visite El Museo de las Momias. A mummy museum? Indeed. Instead of passing through town, we chugged up a hill toward a towering church and paid 30 pesos each to walk through the small museum next door. We didn't understand most of what was on display, but the few mostly intact skeletons made a ghostly impression.