This is a test. Does anyone read or care about the blog anymore?
Monday, January 31, 2011
Monday, January 24, 2011
Campamento, Villa Comatitlan, Chiapas, Mexico
1. Coffee out to dry
2. "One of these things is not like the other,/One of these things is not the same..."
3. Self-indulgent picture
4. Welcome to the Jungleª
Monday, January 17, 2011
On the Road
I'm not actually "on the road" anymore. I use this title to perhaps spark a residual ember in brother Lex's interest in the family so that with gentle winds we can coax his prodigal fire to once again warm the Buendía hearth.
I'm not "on the road" anymore. I'm in hot and humid Tapachula after a week of travel with no serious fusterclucks, at least not any that I want to tell mom about. The pace of life is way different here. I arrived yesterday in the morning and made it to the CASFA (Centro de Agroecología San Francisco de Asis) office but no one was there. I found a shady curb and sat down. Pronto someone came and opened up. Juan José, the watchman, told me that José Caballero Cervantes, my contact from CASFA, would probably show up that day so I sat to wait while Juan José strung up his hammock. And so it went until dark when it became apparent that José Cabellero Cervantes wouldn't show up until today. The only change I made was to lie down, while Juan José in his hammock just had to shut his eyes.
Don José did show up today and everything is good to go for my time here, but today there is nothing for me to do. No offense, but boredom rather than any exciting event engendered this blogpost. The lack of activity is what makes me think that I may be able to survive on a diet of bananas and orange juice. Don't try this at home, my dear anaemic kin.
I'm not "on the road" anymore. I'm in hot and humid Tapachula after a week of travel with no serious fusterclucks, at least not any that I want to tell mom about. The pace of life is way different here. I arrived yesterday in the morning and made it to the CASFA (Centro de Agroecología San Francisco de Asis) office but no one was there. I found a shady curb and sat down. Pronto someone came and opened up. Juan José, the watchman, told me that José Caballero Cervantes, my contact from CASFA, would probably show up that day so I sat to wait while Juan José strung up his hammock. And so it went until dark when it became apparent that José Cabellero Cervantes wouldn't show up until today. The only change I made was to lie down, while Juan José in his hammock just had to shut his eyes.
Don José did show up today and everything is good to go for my time here, but today there is nothing for me to do. No offense, but boredom rather than any exciting event engendered this blogpost. The lack of activity is what makes me think that I may be able to survive on a diet of bananas and orange juice. Don't try this at home, my dear anaemic kin.
