Like laundry, but dirtier - November 03, 2009

And so up, down, around and rinsed I find time to send off some words and move some photos to this arid space.

We've grabbed a day here in Uruapan, "the city of oh-my-god-there's-hot-water", not far from Morelia, "the city of unfathomably nice sunsets", in the state of Michoacan, the "don't tell anyone else we're here" state.

It's been very whirlwind the last week since Ian and I left Chapala and the hospitality of my parents, since then we've bounced to Guadalajara for some always delicious couch surfing, wandered southsouthsouth to the neigh-unvisited coast for some tropical soul balm, pondered all the back up to Morelia, camped in Tzintzunzan for dia de muertos, and now some long-desired shower action in Uruapan before we try to climb Paricutin, that volcano you might have heard about that just kind of crashed the geological timeline and showed up late to the party without an invitation.

Life continues to look like this:
Often like this:
And yes, I apologize, sometimes like this:
In case some of you might have started missing me.

When we return in a couple days, after very hopefully not falling into a volcano, or off, or through, I'll hopefully have some photos of Dia de Muertos ready.

Thanks,

-ñ