The National Highway 200 has been a symbolic place in my life, when was a child from Monday to Friday traveled through it going to the school and all the weekends, with my family travel from Zihuatanejo to Acapulco. What there were, to the sides, were not places of transit for me, they were the most precious of the trip, a lineal museum outdoors. Years later return to this way, my main motivation, the curiosity and I explore what my eyes reached to see from that family car, I reencounter with these spaces and people and I find other new ones that the time of my absence produced. These portraits are part of this series â??National Highway 200â??.