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A simple bus ride north of the capital city can be a dangerous thing in Mexico. Not because of bandits, but bad drivers. On the way to our destination, we witnessed a flipped car and a person pinned beneath it- perhaps dead. How did the car flip? We could barely guess. Probable death notwithstanding, we arrived at  Teotihuacan  without problem. It is still a working archeological dig site. Real Indiana Joneses in sombreros sift dirt under tarp shades as the tourists mill around trying to avoid the aggressive trinket sellers. The whole site echos with the sounds of the flute doodlings and jaguar calls to entice people to buy. Bright red summer tanagers eyed us like little guards on duty, and seemed to give us their leave to come and go. Ants, not aliens may have build everything. A puppy certainly rules the city now. No sprained foot, no burning sunshine was going to keep me from BEING there. The light is relentless even on a hazy day and I did not complain a...

Como preparar nopalitos- Número uno:  I AM NOT ZOMBIE  MICHAEL JACKSON. Numero dos: Place cut  pieces of nopal  in a pot of boiling, salted water. Cook for 15 to 20 minutes without a lid. When cooked, pour off the water and rinse with cold water. 

A pedestrian unfriendly walk up the road from where I lived in Webster MA, is this place with a fantastical name-  Chargoggagoggmanchauggagoggchaubunagungamaugg. The Lake.  These are some pics from last summer that I found in a hard drive. There is magic in Webster, but there is also great, overpowering darkness (ignorance) so those brief moments of glamour are all the more astonishing.

Something has come to Baja California. Something they call...  La Mala Gringa

This: a gorgeous poem/song. (I cannot vouch for the total accuracy of these lyrics, but they seem close enough.) Purple pavements Crooked fingers knocking on windows without souls Bodies are swinging from rooftops and poles Howling through hollows Restless nights in one night cheap hotels Oh, I'm only drifting to always come back And I search for something Oh, whatever I don't really care Driving with their lights off they can be anywhere Rolling down their windows Open car with open mouths Golden teeth and golden cards You cover your eyes, you cover your mouth, you cover your ears Still you follow my trail I'll do it all, I'll do whatever you say, God has left me anyway Lava laden pavements Stars with stains and the heaven and afterglow Beneath the ashes our echoes are buried alive They are howling through hollows Once we've shared their temple halls Now our heads are hung up on walls We are ruins within ruins On every corner ...