By Deborah Van Hoewyk

In 1979, we took a train from the port of Vera Cruz to Jalapa, the capital of the state of Veracruz, to visit a friend. A beautiful trip; a train with old-fashioned charm, chugging slowly up the sides of the Sierra Madre Oriental. We saw coffee beans ripening among glossy green leaves, crossed deep gorges on spidery bridges, and ate gorditas we bought from women who boarded the train whenever it stopped. There might even have been a chicken crate or two overhead. Continue reading Buses Vs. Trains →