Just kicking it.

A patriot at the Medical Supply Store.

So the rainy season is winding down here, and we're enjoying some really superb weather. It seems that a lot of folks think that we're boiling up down here, but the weather is actually great. It has yet to be above 85, or lower than 60. And there's not a lick of humidity.

As for a rundown of our week's adventures, we've been keeping pretty low-key lately. I've been going a little bananas on ebay which I will blame on the lack of estate sales and thrift shops here in town. Shopping here is pretty much split between piles of weird dimestore stuff in the street markets on one end and like Carolina Herrera and Roberto Cavalli on the other. None of it is exactly my cup of tea. The only thing in between is Zara. Lots and lots of Zaras. Anyway, my ebaying skills are still pretty amateur. For example, I just received a western style corduroy vest with matching high waisted pants that I don't quite remember bidding on. Yikes.

So besides virtual shopping, we've been up to the usual stuff: more nesting at the apartment (all the art is hung up!), more exploring the neighborhood (great new bakery just opened up with the crankiest ex-New Yorker, Syrian-Lebanese English-speaking foodie owner and we finally found a decent bookstore.) A few highlights: Saturday we went to a dinner party with some work folks. (My coworkers, too. I started a job this month. Hooray! ) The evening's dinner was hosted by a fellow Michigander with a smashing apartment closer to the "heart" of Polanco. The occasion for the party was the breaking of the fast after Yom Kippur. It was just a small group of us yet one guest had an Uncle who is a professor at Wesleyan, and another hails from my dad's family's stomping grounds in South Carolina, and another grew up in East Texas just down the way from Sergio. Needless to say, making small talk with this crew could not have been easier. It is a small world here in this big city.

Sergio and I spent Sunday checking out the San Juan market. It was fantastic! Finally, we have found a source for soy sauce not to mention wild mushrooms and some even wilder varieties of fish and fowl. This kind of threw me when I saw it outside the market doors:


Yep, those are baby goats. Cabrito. AKA barbecue. There was also a big bin of worms when we walked in too. Don't get me started on the little piggies.

We wandered around soaking up the sunshine all afternoon before hopping in a cab home. We tend to take a lot of pictures of this kind of thing:





Next weekend we're off to Oaxaca so some true travel reporting up next...