What a difference a country makes....

The airport here in Oaxaca has been closed down since Sunday, blocked by protesters.  So my flight for tomorrow has been cancelled.  And my covid test ($75 US) and travel documents are all worthless now.  There has been no action or progress on the situation.  I'm imagining how the friendly folks in El Norte would handle a similar scene.

Can't wait no more...

Getting a haircut can only mean one thing.  I needed to clean up my act so I can head north.  Patience is a virtue... that I'm workin' on.  However, I decided I've waited long enough in the hopes of getting my second vaccine dose in San Pablo Etla, so I'm heading north.  I went online and, within minutes, had an appointment at my local CVS for the morning after I arrive. 

Kinda makes one wonder how they could and should have handled things better here.  I can't say I'll miss the eight hours I waited in line for my first shot.

A question from the streets....

I was in the city and saw this poignant question.  "Do you miss the life you had?  I do too."

Tales of the wood....

Life in el campo, the country, is different, but always interesting.  I get to see sights like this.  Every few years, someone bulldozes the field behind me and piles up all the brush.  Then the neighbors come and, slowly, but surely, chop it up for leñas, firewood. "I love the smell of leñas in the morning.  It smells like... tortillas."

This family has come several times, always at sunset.

They have put a pretty big bite into the huge pile that was there at the start.  They load it all onto a diablito, hand cart, and wheel it away home. 

It's a family affair and while the adults work, the kids play. 

Such a nice opportunity to drink in how folks live here. 

So how much wood would...  I had a tree fall in the front courtyard yesterday. 

The roots were shot.  I chopped it up and put it out on the street and the local tortilla lady took all of it.  It was gone in minutes.