As is often the case I have planned poorly and have far more work than I have time for, and that too as I have arrived in Mexico. I’m frantically trying to finish it all, with outings only for meals and extended walks with the meals. Yesterday’s morning walk was my favourite, I think, to the Dragon Arch and beyond and past the feminicide graffito. This morning I went out to buy our bus tickets for tomorrow and passed the Mormon temple, an immense structure occupying far more space than one might think it needs, and with dozens of young American missionaries, as usual eerily sharply attired, scurrying in for 9. Breakfast was seafood tacos – probably my least favourite meal to date – and lunch was a very tasty but slightly overwhelming half-bowl of chilaquiles. I can’t think what the full bowl must be like. Then the afternoon was spent hiding from the heat and finishing some work, for the Gentleman Friend is due to arrive tonight and we’ll stroll around looking for dinner and seeing the Friday night revelry.
I have booked Spanish lessons. Six weeks in Oaxaca, three of which will be living in a home stay. Hopefully my record of poor language learning will be shattered, crushed, destroyed forever more.