Well, you know about the speed “bumps” (far too mild a noun to describe these mountainous cement speed deterrents placed every few meters) but I’m quite sure I haven’t given driving in Mexico enough air time, given that I spend an awful lot of my day in my van, in traffic.   Honestly, this daily activity might actually be the

“Do you want to go to this Saturday?”  We are standing in Ora’s kitchen talking about plants and where to get them.  I really just want to get some pots to transplant the little plants I picked up before summer that are now bursting out of their starter pots.  I love the vibrantly painted pottery here and thought they will

“Hello? Bueno?” I answer my phone with my usual trepidation… I’m very nervous to take phone calls from numbers I don’t recognize… as I’m never sure if I’m going to get another opportunity to stumble all over myself, tongue tied and unable to understand the person on the other end of the line. I answer anyways and I’m not disappointed…

Mexican independence day is celebrated every September 16th.  It was on September 16 in 1810 that a “cry of independence” marked the beginning of a revolt against the Spaniards. Mexicans really celebrate well and big, demonstrating their Mexican pride by hanging flags every where – on their cars, houses, places of work – and banners and streamers in red, white

Well, here we are.  Back in Mexico. Three weeks now.  I’m sure Aaron is relieved I actually got on that plane but can’t say I’m necessarily adjusting very well now that I’m here again…might have been a mistake to go home after only having put in 6 months…I now understand that culture shock can rear it’s uncomfortable head at any