
After a day or two of recovery and some fantastic mole negro at our favorite local restaurant in Etla, I am back. So life returns to some semblance of normal as I run around and take care of errands. I had a ceiling light fixure crumble in my hands as soon as I turned on the light upon my return. Fortunately, I have walked the street enough (no, not that kind of street walking) so I knew exactly where to get a replacement. It is stuff like that, knowing where things are or how to get things done, that tells me I am starting to get a grip on life here. It was nice to see Oaxaca's most photographed street musician walking by Santo Domingo as I headed into town. "Welcome back, Chris."
New graffiti appeared in several different sections of the city.

What's it mean? I will look into it. Still, deep and beautiful, nice on the different backgrounds
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