Churches here are B.Y.O.V. No big racks of votives at the ready... you have to buy your own and bring it it. Proper planning is essential. Looks pretty, I think.
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I'm going to immerse myself in Spanish language and Mexican culture for five weeks! I'll keep you up to date through this blog, and pictures if I can figure out how to post them!
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- Back home soon!
- Taxco time
- I am here in Mexico City waiting for my friend Lau...
- I'm here
- Last day of blogging
- A festival of husbands
- To market, to market!
- Cerveza time
- Ever wonder what a tub of lard REALLY looks like?
- Blast from the past
- La Cemita: Full contact dining
- No transit advertising
- Bouganvillia
- B.Y.O.V.
- I just got a great idea
- Jose Cuervo, you are a friend of mine!
- Take that, grasshopper
- Blue dot!
- Corn smut: Yum!
- Father Fast
- Anything for a husband (well, almost!)
- Mary, Mary, quite contrary...
- The plant that ate Puebla
- Teotihuacan
- I forgot the most intersting part
- Home away from home
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- Go Speed Racer Go!
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- A lost art? Not in Mexico!
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- What´s for lunch, Charley?
- Mexico City redux
- Perhaps a pineapple
- Up, up and away
- My new favorite word
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- My report
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- This weekend
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- Sorry about the posting
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