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I had uni again today. I got to my first lecture just on time. It was about health and aging and this lecturer didnt speak good english so Margot translated for us. Before she started doing that we were all looking a bit confused haha. The second lecture was on the elderly in Mexico. It ended with what felt like a counselling session on depression, bit of a downer before lunch..
Me, Sam, Marlene and Mel went out to the condesa for lunch. We decided on this ...
Volcano Paricutin
... deviner que cette récolte serait sa dernière. Pour lui et pour tout le village d'ailleurs.
Et lorsqu'un trou de quelques mètres de diamètre se forma au milieu de l'un de ses champs, il ne pouvait pas prévoir l'évènement qui allait changer le cours de l'histoire de San Juan.
Dionisio Pulido commenca cependant à s'inquiéter lorsqu'il se rendit compte un matin que, en l'espace d'une nuit, en lieu et place de ce trou se dressait ...
Mexico, secondes impressions
... a l'une de ses operations la mere de Frida a fait installer un miroir au dessus de son lit. Anecdote interessante qui explique en partie l'abondance de ses autoportraits! Le couple a aussi heberge Leon Trotsky un moment, en exil (d'ailleurs mort a Mexico). (Fin de la minute culturelle)
Bientot la fete des morts, le 1er Novembre. Une des fetes les plus importantes et folkloriques du Mexique. Deja, partout, on voit ...
Last 12 km downhill, what a thrill!!
... dough. They each carried little pail that would be filled. With that, it would be easy to pat the dough into tortillas as needed during the day. Nearby was a stand with bread, fruit, carrots, eggs, and a creamy gruel. Michelle had some of the gruel and discovered it was oatmeal. We rolled down the cobblestone and dirt streets past wooden and brick buildings of Angahuan onto the main highway. The highway ...
Vulcano Paricutin & It's Half Burried Church
... 3 small fish in a large flat pan over a wood fire in a jerry-can. Silhouettes of ladies walking with their swaying skirts could be seen in the distance.
We mounted the horses and rode along cobblestone streets to the edge of town dropping steeply into a pine forest. We glimpsed our first view of the church ruin in the valley. We pull the reins and the horses stop. Whoa!
We are happy to learn that ...



