Ajijic, Mexico: In Photos

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We were lucky enough to travel to the Jalisco region of Mexico over my spring break this year. To say I was ready for another adventure that involved significant travel is an understatement, so I hope these photos give you a sense of the height of my wonder and gratitude. I love where I spend my every-day, but going elsewhere is like being given new eyes. I looked and I looked. More photos later (and yes, that little boy in the orange shirt racing the wind is my dear one). Viva!

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  1. Kathleen Cassen MickelsonApril 4, 2016 at 11:20 AM

    These are gorgeous! What a lovely trip to go on and how cool that your little boy gets to travel with you.

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    1. Emily BrisseApril 4, 2016 at 8:42 PM

      I know -- the colors! And yes, we went to go visit his grandparents, so it was a perfect first trip for him. I've got quite the explorer over here.

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  2. Minnesota Prairie RootsApril 4, 2016 at 1:36 PM

    I want to be here. I love that tree of lavender flowers. How can that possibly be your "baby?"

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    1. Emily BrisseApril 4, 2016 at 8:44 PM

      Those lavender flowers belong to jacaranda trees. Aren't they incredible? I felt like I was in a dream every time I looked at one. We were very lucky to be there while they were blooming. And my thoughts exactly about the baby-become-boy. He's all his own.

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  3. Walk With Father NatureApril 8, 2016 at 7:28 PM

    Emily:

    I am happy for you and the way you experienced Mexico with your eyes, ears, and all your senses wide open. I especially liked to see your son "racing the wind". Viva! ~ Richard

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