Yesterday we walked down a new street and met a guy outside walking his ponies. He offered to give the girls a ride and they were so excited! We heard lots more local stories and made a new friend. Its funny to me that when I meet people here they begin to tell me all these great stories about their lives and their homes and families. For a second I think- 'We've just met. I wonder why they are telling me all this stuff.' Then I realize they know everyone in town and are related to everyone on their street, so there is nobody to hear all their old stories!
Just think about that- can you imagine if everyone around you has known you since you were born? They know your thoughts, your stories, most everything about you. Wouldn't it be strange to be in a place where nobody is a stranger? Sounds kinda nice, but think about how much you get from meeting new people, hearing new ideas, sharing your stories. Think about walking down the street or being at the store- most people are strangers to you, right? I've never been in an environment where everyone knew eachother so well. It's interesting.
Here are pics of B's dream house, the river, and a grey necked wood rail bird with pink feet.
We made chilaquiles (in Rubi and Jorge's memory) for our friends. TL ran all aroubd town until she foubd a can of chipotle. You'd be proud.
Then Oscar made plantain chips.
A great day. I am sad to go home to cold weather and snow. Sad to leave my new friends and did I mention there's snow?? Blech.