2003-10-08 - 7:16 p.m.
Yesterday I went to Mexcaltitlan, the original home of the Aztecs, known as the 'Venice of Mexico.'
ha ha
hee hee
ho ho
Anyhow, the idea is intriguing, isn't it? During the rainy season, the streets fill with water and people get around by canoe. Apparently, it hasn't rained enough this season, so people (like me) get around by walking through mud. I got a ride in a boat through a mangrove swamp full of egrets, though. That was cool.
Back at home in Santiago Ix., I stepped out for dinner. It was sprinkling. It looked like one of those sprinkle-all-night skies. And before I could get past the main square, the sprinkles turned to a downpour.
And the streets filled with water. I am not very squeamish, but putting my foot up to the ankle in the murky waters of a Mexican street makes me shudder. Because swirling around in that water, besides the occasional broken bottle, the trash, the oil, anti-freeze, and other car muck, is shit. Dog shit, donkey shit, horse shit.
Oh the shuddering! Shuddering, shuddering all night.
