Bye-bye squirrels, horses and cows (and lizards and spiders and...)

Well, this is my last week in Mazamitla. On Friday, I'm getting on the bike and riding toward Nogales. My six-month visa expires the first week of May, and that means I have to cross a border, so I picked Nogo, then Tucson. I'll dump the bike, try to sell it, whatever. I wanna go to South America, so I'll fly/bus/boat when I'm ready to go.

I'll miss this charming retreat. Except for the chickens, and the occasional cow going bump in the night, it's pretty quiet up here. I was able to finish seven of the 16 required classes for my MBA during my three months here.

I've got five classes to go, and of course the green business plan.

Of course, I have to credit my ankle injury. Couldn't have been nearly so productive if I hadn't been prone for two months straight. Thank you, god, for growing trees to provide shade on the street so that speed bumps are completely invisible.

I've started walking for pleasure, as of last week. A major milestone, or 'kilostone' as they translate around here. Now that I can hike the mountain trails, I'm leaving town.

Well, wish me luck as I nervously get back out on the highways (free of speed bumps) and byways (loaded with killer speed bumps) of Mexico. Next stop, well, I don't now. At a speed bump, probably...

By popular demand...

I've gotten a few requests to show more photos of the idyllic forested cabins of outer Mazamitla. I don't use my camera that much - too many error messages when my new camera talks to my newish computer - but here's a few:

Enjoy!

A misty morning outside my bedroom window.

The renegades, mowing and fertilizing without permission. Note the genuine leather upholstery. Ususally they're wearing their gang bandanas.

A shot from the living room window.

A nearby cabin. There are tons of these, empty and waiting for the occasional weekend 0r holiday. Or a wayward gringo such as myself.

A local family hauling wood, pausing for creekside refreshment.