Dia de Descanso, Diluvio, Decadence

Tuesday: dia de descanso (day of rest), some errands in Tule (40 liter bike transport + salsa).

Wednesday: emails galore, rained, got on the bus it was "Chipi, Chipi" (sprinkling). As soon as we got off of the bus Noah floated by. I've never seen rain like this in Oaxaca. Oddly enough our umbrella kept us dry from the mid-thigh up. The best part was definitely the trek from the road to our house in the dark with anywhere from 2" to 8" of mud. The study was good. Few were there because of the rain but we sang some and Kimb and I were able to share a couple of songs in english. It was a really uplifting time even though they wanted to talk about what sin is and does. Before I ironed everything out for them I listened a lot and was convicted more than I expected. We had hotdogs in a tomato and jalapeno sauce on a tostada. I slept well.

Thursday: we met Jose to go on a mission past the zocalo. It was a photo reconnaissance; failed (store wasn't open) but I did buy a poncho. We arranged to meet at Gerardo's house later that night with the family. By the bye, we had an extravagant breakfast with Esperanza at her restaurant. Memelas with papas con chorizo y quesillo plus eggs and champurrado (a corn water chocolate drink). We split up to meet Pedro at a restaurant in Tule La Sonora. We arrived and it was a rocking place in part because it was the Dia de los taxistas (taxi driver day). We order a parilla (grill) and received a small grill with hot coals and platter filled with a sorts of grilled meats (this was after porkrinds with tostadas, bean, guac, pico de gallo, salsa, and onion bulbs submerged in lemon juice). The host gave me a shot of mezcal to start and we went on engorging ourselves exploring the very limits of mass coexistence boarding on the collapse of all matter into a wormhole that would destroy the universe by setting time in reverse (a part of me (being the larger part) still prays that a wormhole would appear inside me and clean me out). We made it to Gerardo's were we further satiated what could no longer be described as hunger or thirst, with coffee, refresco and another tostada (and did I mention the hot rice pudding?). All this food came within a 9 hour window. A fast may be on the menu for the weekend. We are returned all but clean and asleep.