So on my first day back in Oaxcaca yesterday, I’m in a Volkswagen bug covered with Playboy bunny decals with no front seatbelt, tooling out of town with a Mexican dude who doesn’t exactly have an official driver’s license. He’s told me that we’re invited to the wedding anniversary party of a childhood friend in a little village about 30 miles out of town, so I’ve dressed up a little and am wearing a blue jean skirt, dangly earrings and new sandals.
Living Abroad
Better than a New Pair of Shoes
Last month, $50 bought me not quite all of a pair of shoes in Dallas. Last week, the same amount provided me the opportunity to buy into the hopes and dreams of half a dozen women in rural Mexico.
Fate, Karma, Whatever
So call it fate, karma, the hand of God or the whim of the universe – I can see now that my lifelong love for all things Mexican was just the trailer for Living Real Life in Mexico. To wit: Continue reading
Embracing the Chaos 