Last night we went to an interesting movie at a tiny theater in town. It was called Zapatistas: Crónica de una Rebelión (with English subtitles.) Depressing, inspiring, informative. I hadn’t realized that the main square of San Cristóbal was where the Zapatistas initially congregated when they poured into town from the hills. I see the city in a new light now. There’s another interesting movie showing a few nights from now, but we’ll be gone […]
Read moreMonth: January 2010
Not a Panacea
Today dawned cold but sunny: a great improvement over yesterday. Sarah and I had breakfast on the rooftop, where we watched workmen building a brick wall for a second-story room on a neighboring house. As I was commenting on the dubious wisdom of building with brick in an earthquake zone, I was drowned out by a deafening crash. The entire wall had collapsed spontaneously, shattering on the tile roof below. Luckily, no one was underneath, […]
Read moreFarewell, Oaxaca
I could contentedly have stayed in Oaxaca a lot longer, but Chiapas and then my internship are calling. With regret (but amid laughter) I bid farewell to Magdalena and her mother. Sarah and I flew to Chiapas where my terrible sense of direction, particularly when in the company of someone who knows where they’re going, became embarrassingly apparent. Though people mistook us for mother and daughter, it was the daughter who was the responsible one, […]
Read moreBalls
I continue to have nightmares nightly: rafting down lethal rapids, daughter on drugs and getting death threats… that old chestnut. Nearly every night in my dreams I call Dad back from the dead for help, but in his state he’s practically useless. Still, it’s good to talk to him and each time I dread having to say goodbye to him yet again. And I’ve been having the recurrent dream about returning to our farm in […]
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