For the last five years I have been traveling back and forth to the State of Oaxaca, in South Mexico. During my travels, I have discovered a new and unknown native world  that is unfortunately getting lost as a consequence of ignorance and violence. When asked about Mexico most people can carry conversations about the country’s economy, immigrants, and tourist destinations such as Puerto Vallarta, Cabo San Lucas, Acapulco, and the Riviera Maya. But what most people don’t know is that deep within big cities like Mexico City, Puebla, Monterrey, and Guadalajara, there are numerous indigenous communities that were driven to the mountains from their nomadic plains by the Spanish 500 years ago. Some of these towns are almost extinct, and you can only find information and statistics about the majority of these groups, but no real documentation. There isn’t a legacy to help them preserve and protect their customs. Therefore, I’m visiting their own towns, outlying valleys, mountains, deserts and jungles, documenting every detail of my long journey. I have always thought that history was written by our ancestors. Nowadays, I have changed my mind. I know that we can write history today. We are living in a critical moment in our mankind where we need to document what we have as a culture to share with those that will come after. This will allow me to pave the path to where we come from to where we are now.

For the last five years I have been traveling back and forth to the State of Oaxaca, in South Mexico. During my travels, I have discovered a new and unknown native world  that is unfortunately getting lost as a consequence of ignorance and violence. When asked about Mexico most people can carry conversations about the country’s economy, immigrants, and tourist destinations such as Puerto Vallarta, Cabo San Lucas, Acapulco, and the Riviera Maya. But what most people don’t know is that deep within big cities like Mexico City, Puebla, Monterrey, and Guadalajara, there are numerous indigenous communities that were driven to the mountains from their nomadic plains by the Spanish 500 years ago. Some of these towns are almost extinct, and you can only find information and statistics about the majority of these groups, but no real documentation. There isn’t a legacy to help them preserve and protect their customs. Therefore, I’m visiting their own towns, outlying valleys, mountains, deserts and jungles, documenting every detail of my long journey. I have always thought that history was written by our ancestors. Nowadays, I have changed my mind. I know that we can write history today. We are living in a critical moment in our mankind where we need to document what we have as a culture to share with those that will come after. This will allow me to pave the path to where we come from to where we are now.

For the last five years I have been traveling back and forth to the State of Oaxaca, in South Mexico. During my travels, I have discovered a new and unknown native world  that is unfortunately getting lost as a consequence of ignorance and violence. When asked about Mexico most people can carry conversations about the country’s economy, immigrants, and tourist destinations such as Puerto Vallarta, Cabo San Lucas, Acapulco, and the Riviera Maya. But what most people don’t know is that deep within big cities like Mexico City, Puebla, Monterrey, and Guadalajara, there are numerous indigenous communities that were driven to the mountains from their nomadic plains by the Spanish 500 years ago. Some of these towns are almost extinct, and you can only find information and statistics about the majority of these groups, but no real documentation. There isn’t a legacy to help them preserve and protect their customs. Therefore, I’m visiting their own towns, outlying valleys, mountains, deserts and jungles, documenting every detail of my long journey. I have always thought that history was written by our ancestors. Nowadays, I have changed my mind. I know that we can write history today. We are living in a critical moment in our mankind where we need to document what we have as a culture to share with those that will come after. This will allow me to pave the path to where we come from to where we are now.

For the last five years I have been traveling back and forth to the State of Oaxaca, in South Mexico. During my travels, I have discovered a new and unknown native world  that is unfortunately getting lost as a consequence of ignorance and violence. When asked about Mexico most people can carry conversations about the country’s economy, immigrants, and tourist destinations such as Puerto Vallarta, Cabo San Lucas, Acapulco, and the Riviera Maya. But what most people don’t know is that deep within big cities like Mexico City, Puebla, Monterrey, and Guadalajara, there are numerous indigenous communities that were driven to the mountains from their nomadic plains by the Spanish 500 years ago. Some of these towns are almost extinct, and you can only find information and statistics about the majority of these groups, but no real documentation. There isn’t a legacy to help them preserve and protect their customs. Therefore, I’m visiting their own towns, outlying valleys, mountains, deserts and jungles, documenting every detail of my long journey. I have always thought that history was written by our ancestors. Nowadays, I have changed my mind. I know that we can write history today. We are living in a critical moment in our mankind where we need to document what we have as a culture to share with those that will come after. This will allow me to pave the path to where we come from to where we are now.

For the last five years I have been traveling back and forth to the State of Oaxaca, in South Mexico. During my travels, I have discovered a new and unknown native world  that is unfortunately getting lost as a consequence of ignorance and violence. When asked about Mexico most people can carry conversations about the country’s economy, immigrants, and tourist destinations such as Puerto Vallarta, Cabo San Lucas, Acapulco, and the Riviera Maya. But what most people don’t know is that deep within big cities like Mexico City, Puebla, Monterrey, and Guadalajara, there are numerous indigenous communities that were driven to the mountains from their nomadic plains by the Spanish 500 years ago. Some of these towns are almost extinct, and you can only find information and statistics about the majority of these groups, but no real documentation. There isn’t a legacy to help them preserve and protect their customs. Therefore, I’m visiting their own towns, outlying valleys, mountains, deserts and jungles, documenting every detail of my long journey. I have always thought that history was written by our ancestors. Nowadays, I have changed my mind. I know that we can write history today. We are living in a critical moment in our mankind where we need to document what we have as a culture to share with those that will come after. This will allow me to pave the path to where we come from to where we are now.

For the last five years I have been traveling back and forth to the State of Oaxaca, in South Mexico. During my travels, I have discovered a new and unknown native world  that is unfortunately getting lost as a consequence of ignorance and violence. When asked about Mexico most people can carry conversations about the country’s economy, immigrants, and tourist destinations such as Puerto Vallarta, Cabo San Lucas, Acapulco, and the Riviera Maya. But what most people don’t know is that deep within big cities like Mexico City, Puebla, Monterrey, and Guadalajara, there are numerous indigenous communities that were driven to the mountains from their nomadic plains by the Spanish 500 years ago. Some of these towns are almost extinct, and you can only find information and statistics about the majority of these groups, but no real documentation. There isn’t a legacy to help them preserve and protect their customs. Therefore, I’m visiting their own towns, outlying valleys, mountains, deserts and jungles, documenting every detail of my long journey. I have always thought that history was written by our ancestors. Nowadays, I have changed my mind. I know that we can write history today. We are living in a critical moment in our mankind where we need to document what we have as a culture to share with those that will come after. This will allow me to pave the path to where we come from to where we are now.

For the last five years I have been traveling back and forth to the State of Oaxaca, in South Mexico. During my travels, I have discovered a new and unknown native world  that is unfortunately getting lost as a consequence of ignorance and violence. When asked about Mexico most people can carry conversations about the country’s economy, immigrants, and tourist destinations such as Puerto Vallarta, Cabo San Lucas, Acapulco, and the Riviera Maya. But what most people don’t know is that deep within big cities like Mexico City, Puebla, Monterrey, and Guadalajara, there are numerous indigenous communities that were driven to the mountains from their nomadic plains by the Spanish 500 years ago. Some of these towns are almost extinct, and you can only find information and statistics about the majority of these groups, but no real documentation. There isn’t a legacy to help them preserve and protect their customs. Therefore, I’m visiting their own towns, outlying valleys, mountains, deserts and jungles, documenting every detail of my long journey. I have always thought that history was written by our ancestors. Nowadays, I have changed my mind. I know that we can write history today. We are living in a critical moment in our mankind where we need to document what we have as a culture to share with those that will come after. This will allow me to pave the path to where we come from to where we are now.