Us & Them

It's another wonderful day in Oaxaca. Is it possible to enjoy too many moles or cafes con chocolate? We doubt it! We started the day slowly with breakfast with our homestay family. Ricardo, the retired math professor, sat with us as usual, insisting we speak only Spanish (very few words for Lynn the beginner, but a lively discussion with Eric). Then we celebrated our success in finding the quiet walking streets that took us to the Museo de Cultura Oaxaca for a visual tour though the history of this ancient city. The Museo is a monastery built in about 1500 that survived the frequent Oaxacan earthquakes because of it's 4-foot thick walls. From there we slowly made our way to the Zocolo, the main square where all the Oaxacan families sip jugos, listen to music, and watch the dancers dance.

Yes we’re doing our part for international relations: drinking beer and getting sunburned. God do we miss the pissing rain and freezing temps! We are already counting the days until we can get out of this hellhole. Trump is right! We need a friggin’ wall to keep these people out. Otherwise what’s to stop them from abandoning the cheap and delicious food and drink here, not to mention the endless sunshine, and mobbing us from coast to coast where they’d have the wonderful opportunity to freeze to death while munching on a MacNugget. We’re trying to hold back the flood but it’s a thankless task. We deserve a medal. Pray for us… Eric and Lynn