I just got back from Xilitla and the Surrealist, semi tropical garden of Edward James. I went alone and it took 8,5 hours over bumpy jungle roads in a very old, refrigerator-cold (the luxury called airconditioning..), occasionally leaking bus (the roof was broken and when it rained,, it rained in the bus). The trip was supposed to take 6-7 hours but the bus often stopped moving forward and instead started slipping backwards, which was quite frightening on the steep mountain roads (to me, but especially to the older lady next to me who screaked every time ). The sights from the buswindow were so amazingly beautiful and rich. They gave me everything, from dry Greek Mediterranean mountains to Swiss grass landscapes laced with flowers and cacti and Swedish coastal forests. It made me nostalgic, emotional. But also, the more time I spend looking through the windows of the bus, the later it got and with time the night fell and everything became smaller ....