A large brown mass

Jose had said he would like to join us for breakfast, so we made ourselves ready for a relatively early guest. He didn't end up joining us for breakfast, but came closer to noon. We enjoyed a quiet morning and a meal of pancakes. When Jose did come, Zach shared pictures from his computer - a wide variety from Casey's Seniors to tubing and rock night oh ten. They brought out Aaron's trusty guitar and took turn playing tunes and looking up tabs on the internet. My first venture with coffee making did not go quite as planned. Latisha had warned me if I didn't get the cup propped properly the filter tank wouldn't drip and coffee and grounds would just start pouring out from the top. I made sure not to let that happen, but a few moments after I flipped the brew switch here came the cafe waterfall. Ah! Zach and Jose helped me investigate the problem and concluded I had forgotten a filter. I made a quick search and located the filters and started over. Kind Jose made sure to tell me that this pot of coffee was very good. Around 4 Jose had to leave for a birthday celebration. We decided we would walk to the bus stop with him and then take another stroll around Tule.

Update: Codename SNUKI.
A whistle woke me though I hadn't been sleeping hard, it was the kind of sleep that knows you are supposed to wake up for something at sometime but not so specific as to set an alarm clock. The whistle I knew was from the wood man so I hopped out of bed made it three paces and the went ahead and took her down to the floor as the black clouds of blood rush took control of the bridge. I thought it better to hit the deck that pass out and be hit by the deck. A short respite and I find shorts and T-shirt making my way outside to make sure it wasn't a dream whistle (which having stayed in Mexico a few days could happen, the official languages here are Spanish and whistling). Opening the door I found a pile of mud sitting outside the gate, odd I thought but then most of the road was mud. Then a curious thing happened the backside of this pile began to wag. It was only then that I faintly made out eyes, nose, caked ears and mud stump legs. SNUKI had returned after what appeared to be a long, hard night working the streets. I failed in this instance to give her the prodigal treatment, though I was a bit relieved to see her and hoped she learned her lesson. The wood guys were there so I gave them permission to do what they wood.

We walked to town with Jose, I listening to him about some of the more pressing matters in his life, feeling glad he is comfortable to share with me. SNUKI accompanied us on the walk and saying goodbye to Jose, we pressed on to take a trip around the tree (Tule is known for an enormous and ancient tree in the town square). SNUKI did her best to innocuously approach a young squatter, he was tottering back and forth chasing after his fleeing family; he didn't even see her approach from behind. His eyes widened with surprise and awe pondering for a brief instant the possibility of touching this wagging wonder. He quickly determined that would not be in his life's best interest so he set off slapping the pavement at mach 1. His mom caught him up in her arms, telling him to wave goodbye to us, after 30 paces he finally did so. We wheeled around back to the house, grabbed the things we need for the Bible study and went to the bus stop.
Where we were picked up by the same guy who gave us a ride the day before (small world, small city of 750,000). - "Central Periferico central" - Disembarking, we walked up the street only to be greeted by the honking of a car stopped at a stoplight; contrary to my personal set of rules I turned my head because the honking seemed to beckon me. Turning, there was Gerardo and Alma Rosa in their car. We ran over to them and greeted them, Gerardo telling us to get in, so we got in. We chatted a little bit and made plans to come by tomorrow for some tortas, and they stopped at the caseta (their stand where they sell foods and drinks). We said goodbye and went in search of a place to make copies for the study. We did so and arrived only 20 minutes late.
The study went great. Our time was topped off with a finale of a chicken and chili on top of tostadas, coffee and sangria flavored refresco. We walked Abuela to the place so she could catch a bus. Then we booked it to the bus stop to hopefully catch our bus to Tule. We made it with a few moments to spare, and rode the bus all the way to follow the brown dirt road home. It was quite dark, and we stepped lightly trying not to trod in too much mud or otherwise. Fortunate, indeed we were.