Mexico

" . . . as the sun went down on this “Dia de los Muertos,” Julio Ibarra Lopez de Montoya, the Third, shuddered. Could he dare to hope that the family curse had worn off?"

I can’t tell you just how incredibly ethereal the desert smells in the Northern baja just after a rain in July.

As the afternoon blazed, and after we’d all made it past the complimentary nausea hump, we built a nice fire and drifted through loose conversational threads…

…darting through the subtropical wood without concern of all the fresh scrapes and cuts I was getting from the brush and brambles… figured it was better than feral doggie-fang surprise.

this is from back awhile ago when i was in monterrey ,nuevo leon, mexico, nothing extrodinary just a day that i wrote about at one time.—-well today started out good.i found out they have a sub…