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September 3, 2010, 1:57 pm
Mostly cloudy
84°F
real feel: 100°F
humidity: 78%
sunrise: 6:34
sunset: 19:03
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Sulphur permeates my being

We have fallen in love with the hot springs at El Carrizal. The kids love swinging over the rushing (scary!) river on the rope swing; swinging and jumping off the “lawsuit in the making” structure in the pools and floating on the hot water in the lower pools in the evening. The other . . . → Read More: Sulphur permeates my being

No more “insurance”

I’ve finally added the word “insurance” to the slew of words that will immediately kill a comment.  It is either that or require everyone to register to comment.  And I can’t say that I won’t start requiring that.  The SPAM is maintenance is getting insane.  So if you want to comment, don’t use many . . . → Read More: No more “insurance”

El Carrizal, Veracruz

So we left the beach. It was excruciatingly difficult to leave on the first of very many (according to internet weather sites) days of sunshine; day after day of gorgeous blue skies, swaying palm trees and luscious pool boys (well, the weather report may have omitted the pool boy)… It would be very . . . → Read More: El Carrizal, Veracruz

Back to basics RV style

It is such a luxury to have a bread maker in the trailer.  And to have paid only $5 for a brand new one only makes it more precious.  We sometimes make 2 loaves a day as the children have actually, in some weird solidarity, decided all the foods they once liked are disgusting . . . → Read More: Back to basics RV style

the rain in Veracruz falls mainly on our trailer…

I wrote a long, lengthy, verbose, chock-full of “F-word” post yesterday (or was it the day before) and forgot I wasn’t online when I pressed “Publish” forever delegating the contents to the basura. Rethinking all I posted (and honestly, while it was very long, it was mainly whining and bitching) it was a . . . → Read More: the rain in Veracruz falls mainly on our trailer…

And I don’t like it just because I’m somewhat addicted to coffee…

A young woman went to her mother and told her about her life and how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make it and wanted to give up She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved, a new one . . . → Read More: And I don’t like it just because I’m somewhat addicted to coffee…