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From Wikipedia:

“It is fitting that the museum is located in Aguascalientes, Mexico, as it is the birthplace of the great Mexican graphic artist Jose Guadalupe Posada, born in 1852. In fact, on the main highway a large sign and representation of one of Posada’s more famous characters, ‘La Calavera Catrina’, greets visitors.

The complex is formed by a church, a square, a garden, and the museum. The museum is housed in what was the priest’s cloisters and residence, in front of Gardens and a Colonial fountain, and immediately next to the beautiful 18th-century baroque church of El Señor del Encino (‘Our Lord of the Oak’, for a black christ made of oak worshiped in the church), in the Triana historic colonial neighborhood. The museum is not large, but one can spend the day there fascinated by the original, signed printing plates.

The Posada Museum opened in 1972 and is run jointly by the state and federal governments. Unfortunately, as of 2004, there is no bookstore or gift shop to purchase books, other material, or posters.”

Kennywood is the theme park for anyone who would rather spend a day sipping lemonade and laughing than puke up the electric blue slurpee they downed just before riding the Drop-O’-Death. It’s not antiquated, it’s classic.

Homer is a cultural haven for artsy, liberal Alaskans. If you’re a tourist, avoid the Spit, unless you want leave weighted down with several pounds of salmon- and crab-themed memorabilia.

I feel honored to call Kodiak Island, Alaska my birthplace. There is a natural magic there unlike any other I have experienced.