Spring Break

Hey, Y’all,

I spent Semana Santa (the week before Easter and my university’s spring break) traveling. The Mexicans generally exit en masse to the beaches so I went to opposite direction to avoid the body-carpet on the coast. I hit Mexico City for a couple nights to take the Foreign Service Exam (yes, even I grow tired of being desperately poor) and I find out in late July if I passed, so let’s have some world-wide finger crossing, please. Then I headed to the beautiful state of Michoacan about five hours west of Mexico City for the rest of the week with another professor from another university. Colonial cities, cathedrals, local crafts fairs, rivers, volcanoes, and a little dancing on top of non-traditional surfaces at bars . . . you know the drill. Good times had by all. Take care!

Love,

kca

Among the dirty, drunk and/or disorganized and in the back of functionally unusual transportation; you can tell I'm back home. Tehuantepec, Oaxaca

Isla de Janitzio, Michoacan
Part of a mural in Morelia.

The big Cathedral (as opposed to the five or six minor ones within a stone's throw) in Morelia.

People sit outside the churches on Palm Sunday and weave crosses, Marys, baskets, and pagan-looking flowered branches out of palm to sell. Morelia, Michoacan

National Park in Uruapan, Michoaca. Purty.

This is the church near the baby volcono, Picutín. It popped up in the 40's and the lava very slowly ate the nearby town and the church (obviously.) That little spot of green shirt is my long-suffering partner-in-crime, Abby. We also met a nice couple of gringos who are teaching in a nearby city. They were very excited when we snagged a ride to town in the back of a truck. As for me-the thrill is somewhat over.

¡Toro, toro! At some church courtyard in Morelia, Michoacan.

Children in masks always want something. Patzcuaro, Michoacan

The Zen exercise of finding the perfect ceramic pineapple. Uruapan, Michoacan