A dilapidated warehouse, cobalt blue on the outside, draws me in. It doesn't look promising, paint peeling and in need of repair, but I have learned never to judge a book by its cover here in Mexico.
I walk from bright sunlight into cool shade, and there they sit teeming. Rows and rows of shelves filled with glasses and vases, pitchers and bowls. All wearing swirls or stripes in ruby red, emerald green, and my favorite--cobalt blue.
I spend at least an hour lovingly caressing the hand-blown glass, gazing into original creations as if each were a crystal ball.
Finally, after touching nearly everything, I fill a cardboard box with 16 glasses, all in colors of the nearby Caribbean sea. Of course I can't resist a blue-rimmed pitcher just waiting for fresh-squeezed limonada to complete the set.
Total coast? Less than 50 bucks.
Bring pesos. They only accept cash. Don't worry about the cardboard box. The girls will supply it and gingerly wrap everything in newspaper for you.