This is supposed to be about September, but I'll take a time out about October.
This was the eighth month in the old Roman calendar, until January and February were added to the in use calendar. That should make it the 12th month. Possibly because of that incongruity, the world sponsors the first week of the month as "Mental Illness Awareness week", or month, depending on
whose side you are on.
Ok, back to September.
September was pleasantly drier most of the month than usual, and re-invigorated some of my spirits. Unfortunately that is all the news. Nothing happened. Deader than a door nail! No narco killings, no major scandals. No new good places to eat or raise hell. The doldrums, except for the annual independence day celebrations, whose decorations still hang around. I have about 50 pictures of the parade in
Picasa, if you need to know what marching kids look like.
Governmentally, another half a dozen councils were added for a series of very worthwhile causes, but, they usually last as long as the 3 year mayor, now at the end of his first year in office, can hold his breath.
October is looking good. A buffalo meat joint will open its doors and provide free tastes on the 10th.
The road to the south is still a misery, but surprisingly, a potential washout near Maxacapan, 2 miles south, that I had been bitching about for 2 years is now being rebuilt, BEFORE it actually collapses. Miracles never cease.
The road north to Veracruz is now a pain, where before it was almost tolerable. Stay tuned!
The peso has been gyrating, but in effect has been making everything cheaper for US dollar spenders. Now is a great time to buy one of those multi million dollar properties in Catemaco or elsewhere in Mexico, that locals laugh about because they have been on the market for a dozen years while the owners religiously keep raising their prices.
PHOTO; Original art by Ramón Cano Mantilla. Release of paper hot air balloons to celebrate independence day in nearby San Andrés Tuxtla.
