I look forward to reading about Pizzaro.  Glad you made it through the bombings.  During my week in Mexico I ate the local food and had drinks with ice cubes.  Fell in love with mole, chipotle, Negro Modelo, Tres Generaciones tequila and the unbelievable genetic diversity of the dripping hot senioritas.  By the end of my stay mistakenly thought I was gringo that could handle indiginous microbes so feasted upon a fresh salad with tomatoes and goat cheese.  Honestly thought I was going to die.  During feverish hallucinations huddled in the bath tub thought the ancient ones had come for me.  My natural response on my death bed was, "Fuk you!"  Ha.  My point was that Cortez and his boys must've been some tough hombres because I would've been tempted to get the hell out of that strange land after that.  Would love to go back though but might adjust eating and drinking habits a bit.