Every year I love it more.
Supporting local artisans.
Visiting new villages (Ocotlan).
Haunting the local markets.
Connecting with our friends Juanita and her daughter Norma, above.
And Juanita's other daughter, Lucy, here grinding corn for the tlayudas.
Doing lots of walking on the colorful, sunny streets.
Finding a beautiful huipil at a bargain price.
Studying and reading.
Getting our pictures taken at the textile museum.
Catching lots of exhibitions.
Admiring the details of old buildings.
Green stone from the local quarry is why they call it the Jade City.
And I think those are angels in the blue, blue sky.
New huaraches that only pinch a little bit.
Was anything difficult?
Why yes. I had the flu for a week and came out of it with a broken eardrum.
It's on the mend - no worries.
John at Monte Alban.
Saw these cuties watching cartoons on their iPhone.
And more fabulous art.
Rode around Zaachila in a tuk tuk.
And John's sister Judy and her family came and spent several weeks with us.
That's her above. She lives in Denver.
More old structures.
This brilliant artist's name is Ramon Sanmiguel. His drawings were so life like it was amazing.
Walked miles and miles through the big Ocotlan market.
And had parties with friends.
It was good.
While I was there I did a lot of painting.
Even through my sick days.
With Politec acrylics.
Those are Mexican paints with a matte surface.
I love the dry, flat surface.
Plus I took charcoal and a few oil pastels.
I actually painted more than these but will continue to work on a few.
The desert-y palette is because I only had a few colors of paint.
Every day I would spend the morning getting some work done.
Now on Thursday, in four more days, I leave to teach in Mexico City.
And yes, I can't wait. I'm ready for a second helping.
By the way, just a reminder that we still have a few slots to fill in our Bali Adventure.
Sue just bought her air ticket today and the fare was very reasonable. Go here to read all about what we'll be doing in Bali and by all means join us if you can. It's going to be the memory of a lifetime.