It was nothing special, but Hermosillo has become the place where we spent the longest time, till now. A quite prison where we alternated happy, boring and sad moments, in a typically Latin American mix. We met a lot of local people, no tourists and we lowered ourselves in this new Mexican life… we are definitely ready to become nomads, once more. We will smile thinking about the 50 degrees of the first days and about the floods of the last ones. In the meantime, the super-salted “carne asada”, the tasteful juices of our friends (“La Resaca” restaurant, ask to local people about it) and the totally unreliable information we received in the street. We say goodbye to the cacti, we need green forests to breath again.
