My last dizzy morning in Guanajuato.
Last night was goodbye with Alex and Maggie Mindy and Miguel. One bottle of tequilla dissapeared before our very eyes...and the lively conversation was conducted in two languages.

Maggie has been one of my favorites. Her boyfriend, Alex is a charmer and a hopeless infidel. Here I understand how these problems are really issues between women. The men are reckless neanderthals when it comes to the delicate art of intimacy and fidelity...all heart but somehow no soul.

Miguel paced back and forth most of the night trying to figure out how to get back to his wife and 2 kids in San Marcos. He was turned around at the border last week, but he'll try again at the Nuevo Leon crossing again today. His son's birthday is in just 2 weeks, and he's anxious to be there. There's nothing to say to him to make him cool down...just make eye contact and good luck guay.
Maybe eventually after this free trade new world order stuff settles down, we can trade our labor freely too and live whereever we want. Him in San Marcos, me in Mexico. Until then, the papers will always distract us from really enjoying ourselves.

And today Mindy had to wake up early and patch the bags under her eyes for to pose at the house of Diego Rivera for the sketch artists. We poured over the art books in Maggie and Alex's studio last night, trying to figure out what would work, and what wouldn't...gigling at the truely more advanced reclining positions.